What have I to fear
when I know what to expect
and my fate is displayed
clearly in front of me
as though it were some
Writing on the wall?
Why should I hide
from the disasters you pose
when my prophecy has been read
with its every word
and inner meaning
dancing brightly in front of me
as though it were some
Writing on the wall?
How can I conceal
the truth about what I know
when just yesterday, my tomorrow
was forecast, but today
it comes hailing upon my face
as though it were some
Writing on the wall?
Who are you
to shatter my dreams
when my heart promises me otherwise,
that my destiny is within
sight and that the
writing on the wall
is nothing but hope?