Water can’t be tortured as it’s fluid.
0h every living creature has its bounds
Only God is infinite in size
Though as a still small whisper he’s been found.
When enraged, our hearts turn hard like stone.
Who wants to live like that for very long?
As if the heart itself was just a bone
A heart without a feeling or a song.
Life and love require a softer heart
We may be tortured by the devil’s Kin
Hope and faith aren’t measured on a chart
Nor do they lie inside our precious skin
The Russian madman starts uncivil war
As we are part blood we’re not immune
As we are part flesh that can be pierced
Our heart will dry up, lose its inner tune.
Humans birds and animals have flesh
So unlike rivers they are put to death
How my heart sings 