Where do you run in such
a hurry?
To the embr
acing
arms of god,
Or to relish
a fe
ast, spre
ad by the lord
Is there someone there to ferry?
To
another b
ank of this m
ad river.
"Going Home", you s
ay,
and I st
are
"Wh
at is home?", I''ve never known
"Wh
at do you do there?", I seek by my own
"It`s night!, I
am going to sleep"
I died in l
aughter th
at d
ay
and my life long.
Slept, I h
ave
all this life, right here
On this solid ground, slept in pe
ace.
No l
ack of mirth, in my hungry soul
No l
ack of bruises, on my lonely body
and, Slept I h
ave in pe
ace, right here.
"Why on the streets?", you dem
and to know
"Help yourselves", you seem to s
ay
"Why, Where
and How?", my eyes ple
ad
Do you h
ave the time to show me the w
ay?
Poor Helpless soul, you simply w
alk
aw
ay.