Any Thing for the Essentials
Searching for the light in the dark,
Like in the night with hope to awake.
As in each beginning of dawn,
For most people in this world, it is not fun.
The shoulders are drooped with the weight of darkness,
And, praying in the sanctum for Angel to bless.
For not all the gold in this world,
But to soothe our bodies from anger of hunger.
So empty streets could filled with life,
With dreams of people taking shape.
As without the bare essentials,
It is like ship sailing without sails.