CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
Our trails are so parallel
We see each other there
We smile, greet, regards
Almost we’re good friend
Altough each other we pass
At intersections we check
Whether our trails intersect
On corners we slow down
So there is danger around
You can roll yet into hell
Our trails us lead all time
Into new, unknown place
Somewhere you can hear
The sound heavenly bells
They call out us and lead
At war is our beatiful world
For slavery and for freedom
For money and for true love
Perversion and for instinct
For truth and for fraud
We are summonded by bells
Oceans, rivers, for us rustle
Animals, plants us nice beg
Mandments God’s obey to go
God’s image should be us world
You can go different ways
To where God’s bell us call
I hope we’ll meet someday
Be apart from here we won’t
Let’s save, create good world
To our infinity in space
Our souls infinity in time
Certainly we’ll be saved
If we’ll be always lead
Whence God’s bell to hear
( May 20, 20
