Times are changing
There’s a new enemy at the door
Waiting for a simple action
Waiting for their next step

Simple times where have you gone
Wanting you to come back
To the times we sang songs by the fire
As the wind carry our gentle tunes
To the next camp site
To next camp site full of children dancing to our tunes

There’s no hope in change
Change will give hope to some
But the rest were destined to fail
Chained to the rules of wise man
Just like the time during the oppression of our brothers

Your childhood is far gone
As the wind once carried our tune
Now children don’t play with toys
There prisoners of their own device
Some take pleasure from it and others gain fortunes
But my son what have you done
To the life I once cherished before

Wanna be gods walking on our side
Deciding whether to bring life or take it from us
Think about the simple times
To the times of prosperity
To the times where bullets didn’t fall from the sky
To the times where we only got scared from the thunder of the storm
And not to wanna be gods walking with guns waiting to take our lives

Tell me my son
Now you now times are changing
Just like that 60’s song once said
Wonder why?
Is our fall to them continue to play their games
Now listen my son
Do something before your time is gone
Time is our enemy and our ally in this lonely life of merits and regrets
Do it my son.