The world is big

The world is small

Blind men think

There' s no world at all

But seasons come, and seasons go

Sometimes full of sunlight

Sometimes snow



The world is shallow or it is deep

Half awake the other half asleep

Full of many  but meant for him

Depending in the end on what you do

The world is only what yoy dare to make of it

Just like a ache inside until you 

Dreams though asleep until our dreams come true



If it could happen in Athens,Why not for you