Faith is the turning point in the life of the truly believing
Is power, providence, the only mainstain?
It's primeral, weak and young although nobody remembers it's birth
The sea of blood was she'd in it's name
Many thoughts and desires were smothered
So much happiness and goodness was destroyed
Yet life showed - Faith marked with blood and suffering is frail and dirty
Is weak and untrue
Today again the name of God Is supposed to obscure the Truth
Today again the faith is supposed to cover human eyes
But nobody sees it Nobody feels it like hearts of those who truly believe
Life will convey the Truth in the Book of History