It hurts to be you?


 

When the evening comes

The cry is singing

For the a poor child

Oppressed into labor

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The dead is dancing

Over innocents bodies

Smashed in the desert

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The scent is odorless

For an extinct nature

In run for the money

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The law is blind

For a criminal mind

Pleading insanity

While laughing inside

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

Indifference is stabbing

As passing a homeless

Looking the other way

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The love is gone

For an abandon child

Inside of a dumpster

By a reckless mother

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The silence is calling

The thought of a question

That is pushed in abyss

Human, It hurts to be you?

When the evening comes….

When angels will come


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When angels will come

I will pin the cross into my heart

When angels will come

I will clean the body of sins

When angels will come

I will drain the tongue of words

When angels will come

I will cry the eyes in disbelief

When angels will come

I will tear the hands in prayers

When angels will come

I will anchor my knees in the soil

When angels will come

I will seal the peace into my mind

When angels will come

I will open the soul to worship

LOVE, PEACE and FAITH