It must have a pretty place
For us to live
In peace
Beyond that horizon
...
I am sick of running away
From the rain
And at the same time
I am beeing a fool
...
Since you've been gone
This place
Doesn't feel the
Same anymore
...
Allah what's taking you so long?
I am waiting for you
Will you please hurry up
Allah
...
For me everybody appears to be tired from the weekend on Monday
And they look to me more like zombies
Black Mondays are not pleasant like other days
But we have to live sometimes in black mondays
...
Capital sin
is becoming like the thid world countries
Because we have more panhandlers in the street
Than anything else
...
Blessed is me
That worship my beloved God every single day
Blessed is me
That loves God from the bottom of my heart
...