How easy is to decide that you are too weak
To change the world.
To move the flag above the fortress down
And open the gates.
And let the crowd come into your town,
Let them pick all the flowers,
And no one will find you
In the people's vanity.
How easy is to know, that you stand aside,
that you are not the one who decide.
Let the other's win into the war
And burn the bridges down.
The half of the way is done and not much is to do
and it is the easiest to lie to yourself.
Only tiredness remains after the useless triumphs
If tomorrow promises nothing.
And how hard it is to stand and to keep all the flowers
And through the cold and darkness
To rise up on your dream mast
Your only flag.