look at the scars you have my dear
you move everyday with wonder and fear
you are so cold you forgot those things that
you had joy with smiles and hell with tears
moreover besides you live so young
fault and hurts keeping among
neither the left is right nor the right you see
cause never stopped singing the guilty songs
leave the road and step aside
free your hands and think wide
build the path you see in the skies
with the dusty hands be the pride
Now you are here. what you are seeking for?
you left nothing but all the open doors
luxuries, wealth, comforts all yours
peace!! you die for lastly... nothing more!