Cry

 We do not believe in justice;

Even a priest cannot convince;

The heart and mind of an oppress;

We are put down hanging on cliffs.

Night after night tears pour on eyes;

Taking off our masks who fake smiles;

Then we mourn everything in place;

So that tomorrow will paint bliss.

A world of false and no one cares;

Making us feel we are trashes;

We do not know if this by chance;

Or destined to live like grasses.

O Above listen to these cries;

Let the light of day pierce shadows;

Let them hear that wind whistles;

Let the revelation begins.

Before it happens in our hands;

As revenge never yet embrace;

We leave it to Your living grace; 
Let Your love labors forgiveness.