he calls god every day, with a thunder who makes it way, a vocal shoots in the sky, that’s the sound of a god-fearing cry, sometimes I wonder, lying on my bed, he claims this earth by raising his head, by shouting on the sky, that’s the sound of a god-fearing cry, Am I part of it, or I am free, slave of choices or a soul that disagree, I am trapped, but my thoughts may fly, denying the supremacy of that god-fearing cry,