RUINS OF BABEL

Letters make a language rhyme make way for a troubled mind by the sound we know -- what's being defined if it's for the intended one - in its spoken mother tongue no borders in lack of words to describe with monuments to glorify our pride -

the goal - only to satisfy the hunger of our eyes - a passing victory disorder in the ruins of Babel we still reach for each other then again we can't speak about the same when we fail to understand the most common sense in the aim to reach God we can't talk to our neighbour! travelling beyond the horizons passing each other in starships ja - nej oui - no si - non nein - ja no

yes people of a distant land waiting to be shaking hands with a man of a name promising a change about to touch the ground with their eyes towards the sun, about to touch the ground a stranger