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My Business is to Cry out.

My business is to cry out

Wounded man, there he walks on the cobblestone road.

He follows the stars and butterflies with smiles in the air.

Don’t tell him anything, don’t break the bubble

Let him be before the hung-over kicks.

 

She knows it is "no pain no gain" but she gains losses

The world collides in her dreams and the pillow has secrets

Don’t tell her anything don’t break the bubble

Let her be bitter as she dies in despairs

 

Her son Is going to jail, the place where his father lives

Landlord will ask for more money or a piece of her body

But they keep telling me to shush and break no bubble

“It’s none of your business,” they say

Is my business  to keep quiet? to hold the truth?

To deprive healing and to conceal help?

I am not alone. We are a group of Believers silenced

Shame on those who shut us up

My business is to cry out to the world

To bring healing and reveal the Helper

I am not alone we are a group of believers who have kept quite

Shame on us who know the truth but choose silence

But God have Mercy On us

and Remind us what our business is.