Crisis

Sweetest angels are still crying
Because my baby the world is dying
But if they continue crying
Their wings will break that's bad for flying

I'm going through my crisis, my crisis
Paying prices every day

I need you and you need me
To unblind my eyes so that I can see
I see the lights and I'm getting closer
From the sight I get happier even doze off

I'm going through my crisis, my crisis
Paying prices everyday
I'm taking advices, advices
The last crisis, every day

Every day - it's for the Mum
Every day - it's for the truth
Every day - every day
Every day - for the truth
Every day - take me there
Every day - every day
Every day
Every day