I remember those times when I wondered
Expecting something else resentful
What am I doing here

I'm witnessing the fraud while others seek the meaning of life

I saw people being deceived by men in ties

It seems that we are blind'
We are an accident!
Aren't there skies above our benighted heads?

I asked
Ignoring that whisper that tried to comfort my torment
It was an enigma living in my mind

The mysterious content of that criticized book
It surprised me
When I found out that you were there

Message's fragments distorted by thieves.
You are so willing to heal my wounded heart
to give me the peace that I want

Without any claim
Isn't there a heaven above the skies?