The Day To…
Alone on my road I'm heading to the crowd.
I waved goodbye to all my speechless mold.
And speechless friends I left towards a noisy horde.
In this day, somebody called me to pray.
In this day, the church was empty I resumed my way.
In this way, much signs of religious paths I found
I see poor people crave for me to turn around.
But I know I won't give a shit to these sounds.
Coz I have my own belief my own private grounds