And mind is tortured by
Ten thousands why
Unsure what to do and what to try
For spiritual thirst.
The thunderstorms of thoughts books are pouring from above
But we don’t care for words, we ask for Love:
Within our inner shrine there is a thirst for Pure Love...
If in the City of Joy you have lost your way
Busy life is making you to live your days away
And your mind just seems to you like a maze of highways
That lead nowhere,
Don’t leave the Hope, call for Mother, take Her hand
Your every beat of heart She understands
And never ends the presence of Her Love.