The silent words of world decaying
And people long forgotten,
Have heard the lonely Angel"s pray.
I heard the words we couldn"t say
And those ones we cannot utter still.
Those humans" prayers never said
In silence to our God; and graces
For the food we"ve had today.
We live in small, sad cities,
Where merchants do not sell
Good goods... Oh no,
They don"t even sell the rags.
Where thugs don"t drink the booze
And never go to abuse for more.
And servants in the mansions
Don"t wanna do their duties well.
They do not sell. And do not do it well,
The city breathes lives of poor and sad.
The seed was sown long ago,
And each of us has come to be
What everyone is used to call a man.
And every single word we didn"t say
Of some poor reasons and excuses
Have turned into bad visions
Of different and sorrow seasons.
Of so many different illusions...