Che is still alive
In the hearts of poor people
As he died for them

Sleep is the brother of death
We die everyday ,wake up the next day
Death doesn't have the strength
To really make us go away

Paper soldiers defend a dissipating symbol
Reality is inclosing in with every little quake
Some take cyanide, others head for a pistol
Their sins any retribution can't unmake

The mountains in summer are beautiful
It's pleasing to see the clouds racing
The breeze which brings the news of rain
The countless stars you count to sleep
The moon with the blanket of darkness
The rosy dawn which wakes you up
The rivers which gush and the calm sea
The cycle of seasons with their charm
The fruits which fall from trees seasonally
Beautiful people in every color and shade
Every culture with its own language
The laws we discover in nature with time
Mathematics with its eternal cold truths
Our blue dot lost in the vast universe

The universe is truly beautiful
And more so , God is beautiful

You asked for liberty and independence
You were born free to choose as you want
The world shackled you with its mere presence
You made your base desires your commandant

Was this world created without any purpose?
This life is deceptive, it will end in a day
You need to look beyond the mere surface
Follow God, don't stray from the right way

Hold on to life despite its bottomless pits
As if you are a memory on the brink of extinction

There isn't a single conflict worth observing
Yet it's life itself to see it within yourself

What will happen
To the love between two people
When they both die
Will it simply disappear
Or linger on
Above their graves
In their bones
As they decay
Will it guide their souls
Back to each other
Will it merge them
As one soul in love with itself