We, all of us, resemble a lighthouse,
lonely buildings, all alone,
into the inner being that each one brings within,
by one selves,
stood up in a sea of dark waves.

So, at night, the light lost itself;
there's no direction that you can point,
it's easier turn it down low and
deny you're the only one who can decide.

The choices are there, you choose giving up.

Then you ran out of ideas,
all thoughts you got seem to be quite unfair in face of times which you've been through.

Crossing fingers but with folded arms,
it's not the way life means to be,
there's a light come from within, same signal that is
going to bring us safe and it'll only shine along
the way where lives your highest truth.

Everyone knows what it is,
although pretends forgetting.

Reality, conscientiousness, fight, lies
Which one is your truth?
When you open up your eyes, can you reach out your highest truth?
What the mankind expects is so alike,
why does it hurt so much to talk about
and share opinions and values from the inner being?

Have you ever known what is living inside you?
After miles and miles, standing at the crossroad, can you get home
even though the paths open themselves in a thousand of ways in
front of your sight?