In the time of needs

We see people Rot

We stear at aur belives

And  doubt whether it's true or not




The girl stands in the edge of the sea

Stearing her love dead and mostly gone

Shouting at the gods "why wasn't it me,"

"The truth that i breathe is not any more fun"



This is how we

In our obsetion to belive

What we can not see  

and we instinctively deceive.


Desire and passion under one man stands

Shouting tu us "Let the man have my hand"

But we numb our ears and fill with ads

In a time when I cand bear your demands.