I don’t even know, if I’ll have the time
to learn from my soul, to understand my mind
I don’t even know, if I’ll have the life
enough to beget, joy out from the cries
And I beg my God to be the rain on barren lands
but I fool among all the false malleable hands
I see around me, people have become
someone different than who were before
between the hammer and the anvil I
ask to myself what I have to try
if I have to accept the changes as a normal thing
or if I've to ebb the invite to become someone else
I'd be the fortress
my fortress
lifeline
As this old house
still standing
in time
My ancient tribes live here
they wash away my fear
This is a fortress
my fortress
to rise
not only the walls
but also
inside
I cannot rumbling
I'm almost bursting
I forgot my name, along reckless days
during which I found many tears and blames
I have been glorious and then full of shame
fast as a rocket and then slow as snails
I believed I had once written over my white bones
all the sacred meanings and the true sense of my hopes
I'd be the fortress
my fortress
lifeline
As this old house
still standing
in time
My ancient tribes live here
they wash away my fear
This is a fortress
my fortress
to rise
not only the walls
but also
inside
I cannot rumbling
I'm almost bursting
