We

The problems will come

With a thundering storm,

Stones under legs

Fire above the head.

With hands laughing,

Burning in fire.

We have not to be a shyier,

We have to be together.

With blowing air,

The blood spreading over here.

Of respect, Of disrespect,

Of head and Of chest.

Have to be born under problems,

We have to be together without being formal.

In light, In the dark

We have to mark,

In hate, In love

In loss, In a win

In every mark of life,

Bury our dreams,

We have to be together

In every bitter cream....