THE PRAY

Running from this big world
And living in a little paradise
All the words are for turning
The tears in to happiness for long times
Who wants to be a slave?
Nobody wants to be a blamed
The whole world is full of them
One who hold the cord
And the other who push the death-chair
The big ball is so cold
Even the fireball is turning round
This is the stranger place
Which isnt as easy as we hope
We believe the same thing
Writing the same paragraphe
We sense the same sense
And feel the same distress
There is no one different from us
Everybody is changing in a way
But the way is the same way
There is a man who wants to say
And who makes this pray
Beleiving the god and thus
“my god please trust us
dont leave when the devil try to beat us
make us fast in this race
i promise you we will do our best
i know that this is a big test
and after the race we will have a long rest
the paradise which in you live
will be my best place...