I've got inspired by the reality of today that only those who have money are powerful.
A small price possession, trampled but still standing;
A man who has nothing but a rotten dignity.
He did nothing but to live with simplicity.
But what are his arrears to make his life tearing?
No one knows, no one cares,
With the pain he bears.
Without any trace, he disappeared.
It seems he never appeared.
He has gone without knowing,
That he received love that’s overflowing,
Now, he’s with Him upon the paradise.
There, his dignity will surely rise!