There hits me problems; There hits me problems;

Even if you were still living, Under some blatant skies... Even if you were still living, Under some blatant skies...

In this harsh rational world you’ve stopped believing in hope and magic... In this harsh rational world you’ve stopped believing in hope and magic...

The poet believes in being a kind-hearted person. The poet believes in being a kind-hearted person.

I strongly believe in you, United we stand, apart we fall... I strongly believe in you, United we stand, apart we fall...

I wake up from my sleep, Thanking all my stars, heaving a sigh of relief.. I wake up from my sleep, Thanking all my stars, heaving a sigh of relief..