Stand tall

Sometimes we just have to remind
Ourselves that life is beautiful
That in the end our path we find
That time is both caring and cruel

We have to take all as it is
The sky, the moon, the grass, the trees
The world we live in is in fact
Another shell in which we're trapped

But it is no prison to those
Who from ashes managed to rose
And live their lives just as they should
Through nature's every angry mood

In times of weakness you stand tall
And rise above the mighty wall
No one shall stop you on your way
No one and nothing, come what may

'Cause in this hunt, you're not the prey...