I´ve walked the holy grounds of justice
For too long now, I assume
I cleared the paths for those too week
And walked blind into my doom

The time [bad word] to change the sight
To find a new perspective
To search the world for inner peace
Leave shelters, so protective

But in the end it all stays the same
No changes made no lessons learned

Seasons change as time goes by
When tears are cried, they always dry
change be made, to understand
That I will find my promised land

I cared to much for people´s thoughts
And forgot about my own
If I´d continue to suit their needs
I´d lose the treasure that I own

My powers focused, they shall be
To treat my treasure properly
To conserve its beauty, and its love
And never threat our unity