گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I am sick of talk
That comes to nothing
Of hollow words
That kill and ruin lives
I am tired of promises
That were never meant to keep
Of poison thoughts
That kill the will to live
Peace agreements, burni n fields of fire
Shakes of hands, covered with lies
Medical aids, with expired dates
Screams of despair that no one hears
More than words you have to do
To make it real
Look deep inside yourself
Piece of humanity you will find
"Christ in the heart of everyone who may think of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who may speak to me,
Christ in the eye of everyone who may look at me,
Christ in the ear of everyone who may hear me"
(St. Patric`s prayer)
