Sight of the Wise - Sacrilege

World in madness, doors shut tight

Blind oppression keeping out the light

Power twisted, throughout years of misuse

Seeds of our feeedom waiting to take root

Buildings grey, as architects minds

Laughing children left far behind

Fields now gone, room only for schools

Learning is none with books mere rules

People in lines afraid to step out

Whisper of tongues, too tied to shout

Ticket to death, reaper at the wheel

Never to stop until we learn how to feel

World in madness, doors broken down

Sight of the wise throwing light all around

Power gives way to freedom of choice

Bound hands freed with mind and voice