You are as little as you think
We understand our own problems
From our chest the world cries of wrath
The poor are people, they understand people's grief
So as many gestures as the "crazy" ones
If we cry so much, we consider the eyes moist
We know the downside of the world
We understand your body as a bomb
They know that they too will pass
People who understand the reaction to your eyes
If anybody can tell, thank you husband
Otherwise we understand God's grace