In the golden shade,
the sands, where at morning
the sun breathes life
into the sea,
it had been buried
since the old days of mankind,
this treasure
that could have
set us free.

They say that once
in a time long gone
we all had one heart
locked in our chest.
One lonely heart
that some day then
had lost the knowledge
for what was best.

It forgot that the stones
we heave by ourselves
are less heavy when
we don't lift them alone.
It forgot that no one,
by right of birth,
has more worth than others
because of their crown.

Forgot that together
we could have gone further,
we could have been greater
if we had just seen
that all of these footprints
we left in the sand there
did all look the same
and always have been.

Yet

beneath the sands
where no trail is found
on shores forgotten
and waters so old,
ideas of a world
that once may have been
are buried in darkness
lifeless and cold.