The bleeding heart on its knees
The downgraded body starts to freeze
The head pinches with hair full of fleas
Miracles sounded like being free
Poverty didn’t warn me as I waited it to count to three
I am tired of being under misery decrees
When will I be free?
When will this problems decrease
When will life be part of nature; simple and blissful like trees
That is when believing will not be an option! ! !