Shades of water in the sky of white and red pupils,
crawling from inside, very deep inside, emptied last week,
The hunger for mercy haunted upon the dreams of little fate,
Beaten hands and threaten eyes wants to tell their story of night.

Mother lives in disease, sister lives in fear, oh! my lord oh! my dear
Broken home, unspoken pain, yelling dogs, blind in fog
They won’t understand the happiness and sorrowfulness
The life of my rights and the dead policies, already are in rogue

Hand to hands, but no courage can stand
For us, for life, for childhood to care
Important to impotent, care is rare, thinking must change because they’re all lies of being welfare.
I’ve seen their faces in dirt, the faces of grief and the living dead
And the stories of crisis, loan and debt
The meal of two, the deal for many
Once, twice or some times thrice the taste of life happen in cred.

Wishes never work, sympathy are just words,
Consequences have their routes made of lies and truths
The promises have already broken and which neither given nor taken
The top shelf of society is so high, only in reach to clean and crooks
I pray for the below, the lower and the ground breakers into the grave
Rise walk and shine for your rights
Understand the wrongs and brook.