"Prayer"
Why is the life so casual?
Every day is as senseless
as the previous one.
The hope is blind and useless
as I know my tomorrow's schedule.
(Make me surprised, destiny...)
Is the future really written
somewhere between the stars?
Am I going down the
already composed fate?
Am I only a part of it?
God, do you exist?
I wish you would do.
People are in need of
Someone to be above,
The One who always knows,
who always understands...
(The one to blame...)
A shoulder when game is over,
a hand when it's about to...
Is the future really written...
The life is getting more
and more the same.
It has its perfect rules
like a kind of stupid game:
You must die to live forever;
You must be the worst to be the best.
The life is an endless endeavour
Where only death gives a chance to rest.
(Is that what You meant, Creator?)
Is the future really written...
Tomorrow I'll see a priest.
"Lux perpetua", he'll say,
and the world will change
into the place where hope isn't blind.
No... the world stands the same;
The only thing changing is my mind...
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