For God, it is man alone.
For Samson, it was his hair.
For Adam, it was the woman, fair.
For Goliath, it was a stone.
Every paradise can become hell.
The house of freedom can become a cell.
The Tower of Babel would crumple on its own
If you can change the tongue the builders bear.
Achilles would fall in his zone,
If you can touch his heel, well.
For me, this is my fear
One word and I’m thrown.
With your lips, I’m blown
But this no one I’d tell.