Memories of water and pillars of faith,
Human rights charter and killers of faith,
Prayers of skies, a journey’s fate,
The blood and water in your veins.

And you flow through our attention,
Yes, you are a traveller from other dimension,
We are writers, who have observed you,
We search for, who have deserved you.

I call you my king, my lord, my master,
How from up in the space, your children you foster,
Who cares of the past, we’ve known it well,
When you arrive in feelings, all I want to hear,
Is your music and your bell.