I'm Just A Poor Man

Hey believers

I'm just a poor man

And I don't believe in what you believe

I'm a stranger

Far from his homeland

And there is no savior that I can see.

Like The Sky My Soul Is Also Turning

We are the music makers

and we are the dreamers of dreams

wandering by lone sea breaks

and sitting by desolate streams

...world forsakers

on whom the pale moon gleams