In the city of doom and the pain nothing seems to be straight, to be plain. Complicated are hearts of the world – nowhere is our home…
Hope is laying under ruins of our homes. Love is flying just too high above. Never seen little smile on her face. In this world she forgot what is grace…
You are able to be killed by Your broth. On the wall never seen hanging cross. „Where is God, who created that world?” asked someone without any words…