Luz En Las Manos

Do not judge them
Because they walk
Bowing their heads

In their hands an altar
Of their God will guide them
To a portal of appearances

Of intentions that
Dictate what should be
They only show what they want to see

Disconnected
You and I side by side
Fanaticized by light in the hands
Together but lonely

In their free time
They pray that their God lives
To bow their heads
It is essential
To have this tangible light
Typing is the only skill here

Of intentions that
Dictate what should be
They only show what they want to see

Disconnected
You and I side by side
Fanaticized by light in the hands
Together but lonely

Disconnected
You and I side by side
Fanaticized by light in the hands
Together but lonely