Bleak

Life was bleak and uninteresting

Had a dream, thought it would be connecting

Stooge to the darkness I went in and out

It had an overwhelming presence of what it is all about

People, culture and thoughts about ethnic dreams

It had so much power, a power by all means

I tried to ascren towards faith and peace

Doesn’t go hand in hand, of it both always cease

The fact of the world, that logic doesn’t bring

A peace of time that supposed to sing

War and battles fought over petty thoughts

Never comes to existence a peace they sought

What it is all about I ask once again

Never prays an answer, nor anything to gain