How much slight is my faith

The Secret is hidden
Here still in the wood
To sing’s not forbidden
Among trees and snow

From here it is so clear
Looking at the light
That Earth is a wheel
The spokes are our minds

So I would like to say 
There’s no reason for new behave
Tradition’s only a way 
To teach someone how to pray 

So there is not a so big woe 
To make me change my main road 

But when you asked me if 
I have something really to teach 
I saw how much slight is 
My faith into my own belief 

So may be we’ve only to know 
The role of choices is just to grow 

What else should I need
To accept my failure
And to open my wings
Towards a new turn?

At the end we are all
Total flimsiness
Until we are anchors
Not touching some land

So I would like to say 
There’s no reason for new behave 
Tradition’s only a way 
To teach someone how to pray 

So there is not a so big woe 
To make me change my main road 

But when you asked me if 
I have something really to teach 
I saw how much slight is 
My faith into my own belief 

So may be we’ve only to know 
The role of choices is just to grow