My Christian brother, how it feels to be lonely,
How it feels to be the sun, how it feel to be only,

The sun is not alone, there is so many in galaxy,
In the Milky Way, imagine the constellations,
Of the civilizatoin that he is one, you not know,
Universal bodies appear dead, do you follow?

Inside dead spaces, God has created signs,
Who has the power to read between the lines,

The words that get stuck in the throats,
God has created for them special boats,
All the queries sail to the almighty who sees,
His truth can make anyone weak at knees,

In this world, pride is good thing to celebrate,
Pressing upon poor your power, so recalibrate,
If you’ve scholars, let them think, deliberate,
Make amends, before time runs out, and,
it becomes very late.