There's a toy waiting to be played
A howling dog left on the chain
A house with broken windows
A door at the mercy of the wind
If a child begs for his absent father
He wonders if he really exists
If a slave finds the key to his shackles
He will topple the master with tired fists
The grass has overgrown with neglect
The pavement uprooted from its base
Steps to the entrance won't be replaced
The bells ceases to ring throughout the town
If people have taken of the fruit
They have no need for stories or fairy tales
If blind can see and the deaf can hear
Truth trumps where lies fails.
