From of all the sorrow,
From of all their loss
From the all depriving,
Taking their course.
Far beneath the ground,
Far away from earth
Taking all as found,
Sharing hope as lost.
Wrapped around the finger
Of this faceless fate,
We should bother think of
Not to suffocate.
Stop to bury dreaming
As far as ignorance to few
Is just a mask behind the grieving,
Helps for hiding you.
Stop to live through curtains,
Get up off your knees.
Let you’re be led by fantasy
Turn your dreams to creeds.