Some people
are really sick...

Leave me be
There is no one in the world...

Sorry,
this is not a love poem...

Somebody,
please help me...

This image
Tells you more...

Loving you
Is like screaming in silence...

Having friends
it's not a hobby of mine...

I may be a sinner; I may not read the holy books
I only read the one's made by cooks...

This goes out to the men of religion
The ones wearing hats and robes...

Flying in space I was
Drifting on galactic winds...

Our story maybe recent
But it doesn't lack meaning...

Women of this planet
Please, hear my call...