Waiting for the voice that wakes us up in spite the mute zone we reside. With all our efforts done I still hear we are not enough. The red and white that shine. Are here are you alive. Cause all I see is a flat line but I still can hear when you scream. The forest lives when the plagues cease to exist. And all we need is our thorns and our leafs. Deep under the ground when thunders roar the cracks start to pull you out. Like a pulse of a shock wave you realize what is at stake. You know is not too late. There’s too much on my plate. I need you on this fight. Because I know what you’ve got inside The time has come the sun set in the sky. The glare is a tight (step into the 3x) light. The flames are turning grey. as we are still in place. Don’t leave us all behind cause we can bring you through this night. The time has come to feel it falling down. A kind of storm that leave nothing behind. The clouds give way and rain is calming down. So how I ask we’d be here without you, here without you, here without you now?