Your face

Your face - suffering
let me break it
open your soul
and I all understand

why your eyes not shine
why your hands were cut
why your hate all world
why your hate these ruck

I don’t want your body,
I want your soul.
I do not want to hear the sound of the wind
I want to listen to your voice

There are no time to remember and be lost.
And nothing to be lost
When inside you ever been resort.
No lost.