When the holy Angels sing the song of Love ...
Even the sky cries.
Why all us are pretending as blinds ?
We gonna end with that guilty die.
When the holy Angels sing the song of Love ...
The sun is gone and hide.
Why all of us don't have enough courage to fight ?
Our inferiors are rising high.
When the holy Angels sing the song of Love ...
The storm transforms into breeze.
Why all of us can't ride on the ship of peace ?
Our existences drowned in deep.
We all are cowards,
Looking each other eyes in the way of discomfort.
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ps ... dedicated to my lack of courage for today affairs.