We were the true one believers of change, 

the change of systemic abuse, 

the use of the levers

the break on decisions

the last ones on Earth. 

We were the true one feeders of dirt, 

the ones who thought the plants could hear

the simplicities between sunrises and cups of coffee. 

We were the true one electronic users, 

the users of new melodies, 

the composers of tomorrow's gatherings, 

the great great parents of feelings, 

the bearded dusty ones. 

So we were one together, 

on a forsaken path, 

and we were one and only,

united, caretakers of life. 

And we took the first example, 

that came in a text book, 

to share to care and care to share, 

that the ones who believed it before, 

were bound to bigger conditions. 

As nothing changes, everything is changing. 

Shape shifters work under the shadows of time. 

They whisper the glass sweat that alcoholic beverages leave on the wood tables. 

Let's walk together again, as the ones who did it, as we did it, before we doubted of change.