I hear the crickets sing
4 in the morning
And the wind blows
Acting like your hands
A mother's hands

I hear the man
Announcing the first calling
Loud, louder and it grows louder
Waking those pious men & women

As the rooster crows
The crickets no longer be heard
And the wind stops its job
And the black divider
Between the earth and the space
Turning into colors
As maroon as the blood stains
As orange as the dusk
As blue as the ocean
As white as the hopes