Able to live
Color: red
Theme: children, parents and searching of place in life
Foreword
A newborn is a canvas which can be coloured variously – from dazzlingly coloured to heavy grey. A newborn is a seedling whose growth can either take its own course but can even so be facilitated. The seedling needs enough water and sun (which are representative for love and care) otherwise it will bear bitter fruits when it’s fully grown. The rule is simple: As you sow, you shall mow. The temptation of influencing a person and forming him in one’s own image often exists since it is hard to accept that people belonging to the same bloodline might develop into a completely different direction. However, happiness is the number one goal in everyone’s life and the sooner you accept this fact, the better it will be for everyone eventually. In the end, the question whether a thread that links child and parent will be cut over time or not, can only be answered by yourself.
Lyrics
A sharp crying pierces the air
It happens a momentous affair
Another infant takes a dare
Fight or die
Whom did your parents give birth?
What is your happiness worth?
Are you a product of love or nonsense?
Million ways
In front of you
It’s hard to find
Your place in life
We want to be
Happy
We want to be
Able to live
Just to be
Able to live
It’s so easy to break a clean mind
To turn a sighted into the blind
Don’t turn a river into lake
But put on the right track
It’s a good and feasible plan
To become a respectable man
Not respected by society
But by yourself
Wandering in the dark
Eyes are used
Resting against the wall
I’m confused
Trying to get out of a pit
Bit by bit
Casting off the chains from me
I am free
Mixtories
The gaze directed into the distance… The small person is limited not only by external space, but internal boundaries are already beginning to press on our fragile mind. Escaping from a wooden cage is not difficult, but how many more such cages await the small person on their life path? Cages that will not be made of wood. Cages as high as the sky.
A tenacious parental grip holds onto the hand of their offspring, which confidently tries to slip away. But time will inevitably weaken that grip, and in the worst case, the fragile connection may be lost. All that remains is to work on oneself and hope that the delicate hold will be replaced by a moderately respectful interaction — one that can keep the flame of kinship alive.
