I do believe again, like I exist,
My heart isn’t shattered, as I have faith.
I believe in your smiles and in us, the two,
As my religion is perfection, it’s become you.
Days can be tiring, yet nights are restless,
But I am faithful, powered by
breathing in you, endless.
I drag a new religion where ever feet take me to,
Raised by a power á excellence, your silhouette,
The love you shine through.
There are no seven angels stroking my soul,
The warmth of your gentle words, a whisper,
Struck my mind and my heart through.
And we confess by hundreds a day, we do,
Because our religion stands strong, it’s in us,
It’s our temple: the love from me, for good, to you.
