If no human being listens to believe,
then no words have been spoken to reprise.
From misery I have sought throughout the world
to feel pain as I shall fall down on my knees.
If no love has shown me the truth behind the curtains,
then no wall shall open for your eyes.
To speak for the weak,
to stand for the strong,
to see for the wise.
Let me portray our symphony with words
as I can’t hold my peace.
To rise with the misfits of butterflies.
I Shall spread my wings of colours
for all to see within one faire la bise to the skies.