Second birth
It's time
That you open your eyes
Earth is not a difficult place
Or when
You find the back of your trench empty
There is no accompaniment
The promise of auxiliary force was false
Or that moment
You will find that the sky is not a high ceiling
Blue is nothing
When you are born again
Kiss the Prophet
And you will believe in the mission of a smile
Outside the window
There is stillness
veto
You will see the miracle of this moment.