Mystery

Locked in a jail-like a convict in prison,

Birds in the sky are enjoying each season

Abide on god's frame we all pay attention

Lord, only you can do some revelation.

The feeling of happiness is a thousand miles away,

Kids are waiting to go out and play.

Sealed in a room like solitary confinement,

Lord, only you can do some astonishment.

The situation is scraped and millions are on the pyre,

People are living, but the position is mire.

Prayers are alive, what we need is a spiracle,

Oh! Jesus christ just do one miracle.