How easy it is to be an art is
How easy it is to live a happy life
But, how many has been to fire and water
Think of life, love, treasures and adventures
Think of it all when the happy-bird flies
The smile of flowers may never explain
How easy it is to learn is
How easy it is to be the wise one
How many has crossed the lake and the furnace
And how many has really lived the realities
The songs in letters may never tell all
To walk, against the gods
To run, against the law
To sit, a bad omen
To stand, an abomination
To just live, a taboo
To just better die, a sin
What is it without a price
Long days we fight
Fetters on every side
Hacked from all angles
Nocked from every corners
Toasted by every wind
Pierced from without and within
Wearied, pushed, lolled, lured...
In all of these
We press on
To make a mark on walls and sands
All we just have chosen to do
No matter how little or big
Not because we are the best
Or the ones who were just born to do it
We write, sing, draw, dance, preach, talk, drive, fight, run...
And whatever we can,
To inspire on
We only... but dared
Just live your best
