The noise around seems so loud,
Oh, this ugly material hype,
The suffering of the soul,
blurring the vision of life.
Hunger of power dilutes
trust, hope, and beliefs.
Trapped in exaggerated stories
of fake affluence, shallow glories
Eyes yearn for originality,
Choked voices, crushed by society.
A veil of greed befogs the relations
the potency of lustful situations
soiling the fabric of the conscience,
principles crushed under the heap of guilt.
Ethical living has no buyers
Every emotion is sold by liars.
No, you don’t teach me nuances of life
Let my soul cut into the grief, throw the slice
My spirit gently wraps me into the love
The eternal peace welcomes me, quiet and clear
Lost I was, I see a hope, coming my, not far away