Give Me کے بول

There is not anything capable at this time... Of giving me happiness Except for the light of the sky... Gives heat to my soul Allow me to go to where nobody this... To run for the deserted humanity Where there doesn't exist bad... Without wars neither death Where the man's wickedness doesn't affect me. The hate in heart of the men... Gives it hurts. The ignorance pays it others with pain... I close my eyes I sit down pain of us. We destroy our world... Leaving without our future legacy We are the worst threat We give pain, misery and death In exchange for money and power Give me Justice for the heart of the men Decapitated, Violated, Slaughtered, Sick Poor, Guilty of Having been born