In a world where a billion people,

Like lights in the cold darkness.

We’re searching for a door among the nets,

Getting lost in the city’s hustle and bustle.

We fly through news feeds,

We change faces and passwords,

But with each passing year, it hurts more

To play the roles that have been imposed.

Millions of voices,

Empty greetings, slippery phrases.

Among the neon shackles,

I so want to see us.

Through this noise, through this falsehood,

Where everyone is their own idol...

You’ll just give me your hand

And stop this world.

Who will understand and not judge,

Seeing your tears?

Just hold you close and say:

“Everything will be fine.”