Look through the mirror of reality – a world of happiness and fun between the melancholy of trusted loyalty – inside our hearts there's a place called home – a place called earth – a place in our world where no one is alone – do I have a choice in my life – could I break the innercircle of blind faith – and if I'm down – could I rise? And when I'm high distorted signs seem to show me the way of life. What if everything that's around us – what if everything we love and try to live in is falling down – is falling under ground zero – the beginning of the end – trust becomes distrust – love turns to hate – brotherliness becomes hostility – remember the history – the circle is closing in time – but if I keep the faith in myself – could I break its lines? All darkness of the world Can't prevent a little candle from shining And all the winds that hatred brings Can't blow out the faithful lightning Through the mirrors of reality – I've seen the hatred of the human being – and it was cruel – it was horrid – all these corpses and I smelled their decay – no church to help no priests were there to pray – for their souls – the world was lost – because we had forgotten our roots – we had forgotten why we live and now I turn back from the fictive – anxious.