Visions are hazy
Throat begs for little moisture
Feet are slowed down
The whole load tied
By less kinetic energy
The whole load just tied
And unable to move an inch ahead
Lost in the middle if nowhere
Where no one can hear your loudest whisper
Neither can your cry for help be echoed
Oh, what a misery, what a journey
But hope to come
Depends on a miracle
Who is going to do that?
Who cares?
Just one and you will be a victory
A miracle that will send down rain
To keep the temperature cool
A miracle that will make vision clear
A miracle that will make hunger for thirst flee
That will generate potential energy
That will turn out to be kinetic energy
A miracle that will make your loudest whisper
Echo towards your destination
« return.