Each day I woke up to face the world's beauty but all I can get is breaking news
Previously I kept on telling myself that beautiful days are ahead,
But to my surprise everything is getting worse each moment
Giving me another thought that the beautiful days are gone

I yearn to smile each time i brink but how can I achieve this when the world is in isolation
2020 a year of hope has turned to be a killer of humanity and innocent lives,
Deep down in my heart I know it's part of the human struggle

Each day the sun rays penetrates through the Earth's horrizon
Giving us the hope of a brighter future
How is this possible when the world is lacking the tune of happiness?
And humanity has acquired a taste of panic; no one to care for you!
Our lives are kept in the ICU chamber ones we cough
Others are starving from hunger and no one is up to their solace

Our lives like a rose planted in a plain terracotta pot
Slowly by slowly is deaming to red light,
Oh God! Are we servants of a thorn hell?
I hope we're the sons of the soil, and YOU being our soul
We will overcome the plague and return our humanity

The world is nursing the end times as we are told
The working days are now called resting days
Nights and day times are being separated by light but human activities are never different
YOUR church is never remembered, it has fallen to the deep sea and no one to save it
Our spiritual nature is sinking in the darkest end of the sea
Oh God our saviour revive and cleanse our lives again!