Miracles are over,
Prophets said their last holy words and gone,
No covert land to discover,
Chris had already revealed the last one...
What are you here for?
To tell the same story,
To celebrate other men's glory,
To lack of inspiration then to be sorry,
That time is passing through in a hurry,
And then pray to live some more...
No apocalypse in 2000, did you pay the 6 years overdue?
Are you still afraid from dying?
Did you already fixed another frighten rendezvous?
Oh it might be the flu, so should we prevent birds from flying?
What are you here for?
To win the competition of dropping tears,
To live behind the walls through dark and fears,
To close your eyes, mind, heart and ears,
To count the days then months and years,
What's the use of living some more?
Wake up Jack,
At least you should make children,
They might be braver than you,
They might not turn to the back,
They might not stay hidden,
Like you decided to do...
They can decide to open the door,
To learn what you did and try to study more...
To create new devices you don't have in your old store...
The waves you fear might not sink their boat; they might reach the shore...
That's when they will have the lore...
And come back to you and ask you... what are you here for?
