O Lord, I am not worthy....
You claimed our scars as yours...
I wonder what
Will come to be...
I can hear the birds sing
see the trees moving...
I am walking through the harvest
every day, same time...
I've been down some dark and narrow paths
put my love aside me and used hate and messed with...
Friend or foe?
How you took pleasure with us being together those...
I don't see you
Because you don't exist...
Prophets are beautiful outside
And dirty inside...
Can it be possible that God in all his mighty,
when he created men...
Decapitated heads sing a hymn,
filling the feeling felt grim...
I am dirt, just a dirty girl....
That's what I said to a spiritual...
Six billion different souls intertwine -
different ideals and opposed views...