Just few lines of rising thoughts,
Cascading, yet tussling back and forth,
What will it be like on tenth of June,
While our voices will kiss the moon.
We will shout out to the world,
And remind them of God’s word
That their body was bought
With a price yoghurt can’t sort.
If You and me and all of us,
Can gladly, daily carry the cross
Of shouting out purity,
Then we’d all be God’s celebrities.