We all have to start somewhere, right?
Weather we are black or we are white
Religious people or not so religious
Just trying to figure everything out
We all have to start with what we think is right
We think the world is black so we make it white
With a paintbrush or without a paintbrush
We all end up doing the same mistakes
We all end up pointing the finger alright
Weather it is wrong or right tonight
At him or her, at him or her
Then we finally aim it back at you
The creator who has the world to its right
Has the darkest black and the brightest white
And makes all creators feel ever so humble
As they glance upon the treasures of their art
It is art that differs as artists should, right?
Some of them, black, some of them, white
It is art that gives birth to wonderful dreams
But it could also give birth to some nightmares
And the nightmare itself is now chasing us alright
Destroying our dreams by mocking them tonight
But why should your dreams be better than ours?
The world is big enough to fit into that question
So we ask him and her, ask him and her
Then we finally pass the question over to you
The creator who has the answer that is right
Has it deeply in our souls, dressed all in white
It is I who first believed and you who could not believe
Thus finding the strength to go on two different paths
And this time we are walking on our own alright
And we have both got our reasons well-justified
But why should our reasons be reasonable today?
The world is big enough to fit into that question
We all have to act so sensitive alright
But in poetry, it can never be justified
Because then it loses its meaning and loses its heart
And it suffers so greatly until it finally crumbles
We all have to be angry at something now, right?
It does not matter if we are black or we are white
Because we live just the same and we breathe just the same
But the walls are right where they have never been before
Between him and her, between him and her
But then they are as see-through as glass to you
The creator who knows everything that is right
Knows the darkest black and the brightest white
It is I who must surrender and you who can embrace me
Make their two seperate paths, two paths finally crossed
all and all ,so well said