Faithful Creed

Yes, baby, I can see

There’s a claim in your eyes

But you, please, be patient

Nothing comes along with the furious wave

The one fed by the angry sea

That one born in the well intentioned sea

Try, baby, try

To be calm as a white boat in a prairie sea

Browsing in the carpet-asphalt street

Made of the common sense of creed

Faithful creed…

Don’t you cry, baby, don’t

There will be food for the hunger

The roof is still above the wet heads

If you just don’t pray in vain

If you be quiet and smooth in your belief

And, baby, don’t you be shy

When I call quietude, then you pick sapience

Be brave to claim for the trustful ground beneath

Your feet, so tired of wandering about

The ink is finishing through my fingers

So you, please, open your ears and shout

In elegant silence: what you want is yours

Only yours, not everyone else’s

Have it in mind, you well intentioned

Have you good

Wish everyone else good

And that’s it…

Respect

Common sense

Intelligence

Beauty

Elegance

Harmony

And, once again,

Respect…

For everyone