Looking to the sky Waiting for a sign The witch said the words Only sadness grows in this land No smell of rain Only tears fall on dry land There is hope in the north Those who do not die flock South
On arrival, suffering, crying and hungry Some steal to survive and they miss the earth The poor are imprisoned and maltreated But they are building big cities
Some are guided by emotions Some know that ideas are the salvation Some are blind to learn Sometimes faith does not require understanding Kings did not support the view So it is easier to control Pity those who dare Explore the poor in Spirit
