Underground

They told us to bury our miserable lives
in sunless wet underground.
In our flaming heads
we have a friend and an enemy.
A saint and a murderer.
We have to find the stairway to the sky, to go without fear and without looking
further down

Help

Help,
to help you.
Give hope,
to hope.
Loves,
to love you.
And then you will see.
You will reach your goal.
Why can not we get,
without giving.
And people still have goodness,
only that we must learn to give:
Love,
Hope,