When the shopping malls are temples

When we can’t cease to consume

When the war is killing millions

We have lost the sight of you

When we scream instead of smiling

When we can’t cease to control

When we drift without a purpose

All we rob is our soul

When we stop to see the beauty

When we loose the sense of smell

When the joy is rare to visit

We’ve abandoned ourselves

When we don’t see we are worthy

When we don’t dare to be great

When we run in mental circles

We have traded faith for hell

By Lea Van Sky