Father Pio کے بول

Once he woke up at midnight With fear in his eyes He walk so long in the darkness Till he saw by the road an old man Father pio. I came to you cause I suffer From the plain that knows no bounds at all Between childrens's game and war of morons Between torture and relief help me find my home Son, you're only a tool of fate A little piece of eternity Son, you can change your way All what you have to do is change yourself Look, my left hand is bleeding Becouse you're never loved a girl Look my right hand is bleeding Becouse you're lying to your friends Son you're only a tool of fate A little piece of eternity Son, you can change your way All what you have o do is change yourself Son you can go back your home And carry on your great work.