The gray in your souls and the long lasting winters,
Be proud if heart’s thousand pieces split in splinters,
It becomes rose carpet on the dirt road that you walk,
When you follow your instincts, and you talk such talk.

Always preach the message of God in good faith dear,
Remain silent when in doubts, wait until it is clear,
God didn’t create evil that gives the deceptions and doubts,
A way to measure, lands of rains, patches that suffer droughts.

More Christians will fill the earth, look less and be more,
Every body wants to live in clarity, go to the clear door,
“How I couldn’t see, oh my God, I’ve been here before,”
Will be your words before you accept, you are sophomore.

There will be a third season, the fourth, so on and on,
The Earth is story of seven days, and you go on and on,
You won’t be the same, that always makes you alone,
But remains a part of you here as a light house, as the,
rest moves on.

The ships are sailing from here to the sky, all the sailors,
Have always enjoyed the adventures of the story tellers,
The devil worshipers want your ticket, the black mailers,
So always own your faiths, never become those faith-sellors.