In the atmosphere there may be change
In the moment of emotions there may be doubts
And at the end of the wicked day, we all say amen
But what efforts have you seen
With wintering love in bottled up cases
It's a fifth wave for the cycle of hate
And depression cowards at the feet of faith
But all is well
When sadness finds it love
Either in sober fields or behind drunken wheels
And maternity molds the change you seek
For a better you to be of need
So in the atmosphere we feel the need
To be a lover or a judge of it
And when the sun comes rolling in
I will be here
Either as a soul at peace
or
An entity at ease.