As the evil is sire of morality,

As the night toe the line of a day,

The clouds may be dark –heavy

But only they can bring the rain;

When faith is bright, doubts loose luster,

When wisdom grows, the tears shrink;

Is there a life beyond death?

Is there a path across the sky?

We are willing sinners,

But subject to a pardon,

When a path closes for you

The other is always there, beforehand;

When you hear a small voice within,

Its purity of soul, faith in yourself