MEN OF GOD

Oh! Dear Dead Men of God
I’m envy of you,

Your journey was such small
We’re wandering here still, since ages,

So relaxed you’re lying there
Beneath the cold soft earth,

And there’s a burning storm up here
We call life,

Any ways I feel you’re luckier
To be long gone from this world,

For it’s no more a place for pleasure dwelling
Now we don’t live, we are just surviving,

Oh! Dear Dead Men of God
I’m envy of you,

You’re saved of witnessing the miseries of today
And the hell we’re living in here,

I wish I’d have been along you…….