Who will spare a penny for the poor,

or give a hand to those who fall,

Who'll come and save all those who- desperately call.

What beauty is the beach without its shore?

So is this world if love was no more.

This is what is needed above the all,

A love as great and mighty as Paul's

None, can survive a world where love is no more.

What tradegy if in me love ran away,

taking my purpose along with it.

My soul will enter in an endless fray,

A heart drilled with an unfillable pit.

Forever, in every aspect, my dead body will lay...

A city on a hill with not  a single light lit.