A thousand thoughts
In a starving world
A million words
On dying pages

A handful of love-
An unworthy act?
Some meaningless impact-
Just a crack on the surface!

A Thousand minds starved,
desperate hope, unmarred.
An unanswered question
The size of a mountain.

A whole world at your fingertips
A warplace at your door
An urge to kill all those we‘ve damned
Who are not worth living for.

A powerful extremist
Some instruments to use.
A hopeless call for hope for those
Who‘ve seen the hell and worse.

A lonely call for well-thought thoughts
Is there some sense still left?
An angry voice inside a world
Of creatures mute and deaf.

Angry voices loud and clear
A system doomed to fail
A quieting of all of those
Who used to scream for change.

Missed potential, it‘s our fault
No time worth living for.
Colour to them all those creatures!
- A heavy cloud of dirt.

Are they gonna see the world
In colour or with hope?
Are you gonna finalise
An angry plan of love?

Tell the world you‘re loud and here
Dying words fly high
Paint some feelings, paint them bright,
Depict your sort of fear.

Some hands filled with love-
The recall of some colour!
An unworthy act?
The rescue of hope.