Building and the lost of ourselves

We do our best, don’t we?
We build so muc,h hoping to get some money, every day struggling for a piece of paper, dirty and smelly.

We build so much, we’re crushing our head in the reach of a living.
All this walls are falling down and no money is left, ’cause we’ve already known from the beginning that it was not coming around.

It’s other business we’re working for, and those faces are only getting bigger and older and smarter. I can’t explain the whole world that all this working is useless in the end: there are people better than I am.

So I keep on building and crossing fingers, all this wall hiding the Sun.
And no one is left to build my heart.

We’ll seek for the truth

You were going to school, just as usual, waiting for the evening event.

The explosion took you away, in a second hell.

You were dreaming, talking with your friend who’s now fighting for her life.

There’s no reason for this! There’s no answer to give, but we’ll seek for the truth!

No more sleeping minds, no more chatting about money stuff,

’cause our Country’s crying for a living and those coward shits are going on their play again,

thinking we’re too busy to understand, hoping we’ll confuse the truth for an action from an other place.

I can see, I can think, never again, never!

Beautiful girl, rest in peace, hold your mommy tight, help your daddy out.

We’ll seek for the truth, we’ll never die again.

Stop chatting, please, give it a rest.

Every age we had a master and we lowered our head, but it’s time for a rising, for a self-respect.

We protect our children as we always had, NO ONE TOUCH OUR KIDS AGAIN!

Rest in peace Melissa, we’ll never forget.