I am starving.
I am addicted to love
And I don’t have enough money
To buy what I need.
Everybody is busy around me
And I see only empty eyes.
What I can say?
What I can do?
I can stay like Jesus
Forty days on desert
To find a way to escape
And to let my addiction
Behind
A new life can come
A new attitude will be born.
Who care if I become like a stone?
Cold, unkind, unmoved…