A Reason to Give - Orden Ogan

On solid ground stands the man whose conscience is untainted

He shall be blessed, shall be respected

May your smile no longer be forced;

A reason to give, a call to the inner lie

A reason to hold your principles up

A reason to live, maintaining your private sky

Hurting tent pegs in your mind

Out in the sea, deep in the ground, on top of the highest mountain

Wherever you hide, wherever you run

You’re the fly and the window alike

Thine statue is white, shines in the sun, solely blinds your eyes

Out of the light, into the darkness!

You will never reach its size…

A reason to give, a call to the inner lie

A reason to hold your principles up

A reason to live, maintaining your private sky

Hurting tent pegs in your mind