With The Eyes Of a Child
Marco Glühmann
Worn and drained, innocent, so weak and faint
Huddled for us, now bled white in exchange for our life
Hear it's call this is our last unicorn
Wounded and displaced, unheard it will fall
Then we will have lost it all
Exploited lands
Depleted soil
Feigned ignorance
Here, timidly
From dreams reborn
She draws the lonely unicorn
With the eyes of a child, we'd trace it!
With the eyes of a child, we'd see!
We would cherish the world, full of roses!
And our last unicorn, it would live!
What a choice
Will it be
From where it came to me?
What on earth
Our legacy
Can it live truly?