Who will spare a penny for the poor,
or give a hand to those who fall,
Who'll come and save all those who- desperately call.
What beauty is the beach without its shore?
So is this world if love was no more.
This is what is needed above the all,
A love as great and mighty as Paul's
None, can survive a world where love is no more.
What tradegy if in me love ran away,
taking my purpose along with it.
My soul will enter in an endless fray,
A heart drilled with an unfillable pit.
Forever, in every aspect, my dead body will lay...
A city on a hill with not a single light lit.