Stealing home we make our dreams
And wonder that they come to us
With purest light blocked by the sun
We somehow stumble on our way.
Who believes in their own lies?
And who can take hypocrisy
Division in one’s soul is pain
And tearing is such misery.
I who wait and cannot wait
Sitting on the mountainside
Dreaming of the summit there
Dreaming still I dream a dream.
Obstacles pave many roads
Which lead us where we want to go
There is a way to get up there
But we must travel on the road.