Change

Telling me that I could not change the wrong in the world and that a different one is not possible

is like trying to break my sword in half with your bare hands.

It would not even bend - and so strong is my will to fight - and just leave cuts or bruises on the palm of your hands I hold so dearly,

in the end leaving me the bitter sorrow of having hurt you with a blade which has not been pointed at you.

The sun that rises while you sleep soundly in bed shall be the witness

to all the years I have been wielding this sword

- never got through with solely bearing it -

and the same sun will tell you that dreamers like me would never find another purpose,

no destiny but to be wildly chasing those dreams.

It is not naivete nor blindness that makes us fight and keeps our dreams alive,

but rather the sheer will power

to refuse seeing what they want us to see

and to believe that the future to come shall be one shaped in our own hands.

Even if all I can were no more than going on the rampage and throwing myself against the bars of a cage over and over again,

with hands tied and rattling chains weighing me down,

I would still make sure that the wardens of my prison get no peaceful sleep,

having to hear this cage shake with each strike.

 

* I know I would eventually change the song to something like "Victory Songs" or another one with swords and blood and harder text, but for now...

** See? I knew I could not just stick with something as harmless and be satisfied... although not even this song quite brings out the fury and demonstrates it.