... one day

We are lions in a circus -
We often roar without a purpose
And jump through silly hoops and flames.
Like puppets on a string,
We strut, we dance, we sing –
But, in ‘tune’ with our Master’s funny games.

Although “this world is a stage”,
We're within an endless cage,
Desperately searching for its keys…
Conmen laugh and play the fiddle,
While our lives remain a ‘riddle’;
So, when will the charades ever cease?

One day, soon, the tables will turn;
The balance will tilt and fires will burn!
The skies will fall upon us in endless rains…
Awoken – man, woman and child -
Will revisit their roots – return to the Wild;
Free, at last, from their shackles and their chains!