The great Saurus will fall
In front of us all
Unable of change
From the warm stagnant embrace
The world just got cold
With a sign of the old
Still you bless their gold
Telling stories to bold
Is it to rise above
To build upon one's stone?
All that I have learned
This path you walk alone
What is your bellowing worth
Standing the middle of the herd?
The antlers forces us down
Bound to what we deserve
Only when we are born
Do we get these scars
Can't you see the horns?
Can't you see the stars?
So look at their trees
Don't swallow their fruits
You will spread their seeds
You will attach your roots
Their fruits is sweet
For hungry souls
Though do not eat
In the stomach it grows
When senses can't be trusted
We falter by living in itself
Like someone struck a chord
To change in our hearts
What is your bellowing worth
Standing the middle of the herd?
The antlers forces us down
Bound to what we deserve