Who Will Answer (o Aleluya Nº1) – Camila Benson – letras

From the canyons of the mindwhe wander on and stumble blindlythrough the often tangled mazeof starless nights and sunless dayswhile asking for some kind of clue,a road to lead us to the truthbut who will answer.Side by side two people standtogether vowing hand in handthat love’s embedded in their hearts.But soon an empty feeling startsto overwhelm their hollow livesand when they seek the « hows » and « whys »who will answer.On a strange and distant hilla young man’s lying very still,his arms will never hold his childbecause a bullet running wildhas struck him down! and now we cry »Dear God! oh why, oh why »but who will answer.High upon a lonely ledgea figure teeters near the edgeand jeering crowds collect belowto egg him on with « go man go »but who will ask what led himto his private day of doomand who will answer.If the soul is darkenedby a fear it cannot name,if the mind is baffledwhen the rules don’t fit the game,who will answer…Hallelujah.In this room with darkened shades,the scent of sandalwood pervadesthe coloured thoughts in muddled headsreclining on the rumpled bedsof unmade dreams that can’t come trueand when we ask what we should dowho will answer.Neath the spreading mushroom treethe world revolves in apathyas overhead a row of specksroars on, drowned out by discothequesand if a secret button’s pressedbecause one man has been outguessedwho will answer.In our hope in walnut shellsworn round the neck with temple bells?or deep within some cloistered wallswere hooded figures pray in balls?or in old books on dusty shelves?or in our stars? Or in ourselves?who will will asnwer.If the sould is darkenedby a fear it cannot name,if the mind is baffledwhen the rules don’t fit the gamewho will answer…Hallelujah