Your committed sons and daughters why they always turn away every time they smell the scent of truth. While the dreadful storm is lashing they pretend there is no rain and they keep on blindly enjoying in the sun sharing wind living fire let them dance
I promise u almighty if u let your lonely hearts to stick their little heads out on the sun I'll show them funny shadows that happy children make while wearing funky shoes
in the sun sharing wind living fire let them dance
this world is home for all souls
I wish u could exist spelling flood over this shit put your shepherrds under my tax control hitting here and there we can make those bells deaf