Where do you run in su
ch a hurry?
To the embra
cing arms of god,
Or to relish a feast, spread by the lord
Is there someone there to ferry?
To another bank of this mad river.
"Going Home", you say, and I stare
"What is home?", I''ve never known
"What do you do there?", I seek by my own
"It`s night!, I am going to sleep"
I died in laughter that day and my life long.
Slept, I have all this life, right here
On this solid ground, slept in pea
ce.
No la
ck of mirth, in my hungry soul
No la
ck of bruises, on my lonely body
And, Slept I have in pea
ce, right here.
"Why on the streets?", you demand to know
"Help yourselves", you seem to say
"Why, Where and How?", my eyes plead
Do you have the time to show me the way?
Poor Helpless soul, you simply walk away.