Weŕe born into a culture, is there choice?
Ridiculous to imagine a blank slate
We learn to speak from a parental voice
We could not be conceived as was Jesus
When by some magic,Mary took the bait
Weŕe born into a culture without choice
Who can live with all the unmeant noise?
What to hear and what eradicate?
We learn to speak from a beloved voice
Freely once the Bedouin camels grazed
Their black tents in the desert now erased
We´ŕe born into new cultures, whose the choice?
Once each hamlet had its different ways
Now multinationals thrust on us bad taste
We learn to speak but whose is this new voice?
Grey fog freezes, noone knows the way
Looking round for God, we feel dismay
We´ŕe born into a culture of whose choice?
We learn to speak by mimicking and grace
