My palm can cure your cancer,
My breath can wash away your tears,
Are you looking for the answer
Or just searching for a bless.

Fallow yellow road,
Made of thousend bricks,
How far can you go
If ends with the wall.

The God is standing next to you,
He's calling you back home.
His leaps are telling only truth
And eyes are seeing yellow roads.

You travel days and nights,
The little trip is endless path.
Your road is taking circle size
And turns to be your mortal life.