You know, skies are not only tales, they’ve got eyes too. When you think you’ve got a moment for yourself, one moment for your soul to speak to the pain, you are wrong. They watch you, they listen and they collect this energy that goes up and down.

If you would only care to look away, to the beauty

in your way and search for life up above…

You never thought it like this before, but fields, they’ve got something to say too. Songs of glory, if you know that suffering has been there too, hymns, like my hymn, if you’ve ever bothered to play it in your head, along with your glorious thoughts. You’ve got to hear them next time you’ll cross the border, they are something that you cannot see in any other place.

Roses, ohh, how could you not know? Where does the colour come from, common, I know that’s easy! Do you really think red just grew in some kind of magical place underground and came up in the shape of roses? Really?

Okay, you know what, I’m tired! Go ask your grandparents about my past, about their story, go ahead! You are not scared of fragility, sorrow, hunger and songs sang in vain, aren’t you? You’ve got to know the truth.

…..after all I’ve said, all I’ve done to show you my ways, how can you still say I’m a…..a thing? How?

Let me ask you, how do you want me to feel when you throw away in my face untruths , lies and, still, for what? I might be a home with small walls, that’s true, I might not be as great as others, that’s also true, but I am not a dead land!

I cannot stand hearing the same old answer. Strangers ask you all the time how it’s like to be stuck with me, and all you’ve got to say is “Okay”!

But, of course, after that, the bad words are comming too, what did I even expect from you? After all, you don’t think I’m worth it.

Sorry, it just feels like punches in the face.

I can’t. What makes you think that I’m okay?!

I loose people every day, my faith is played by the rules of someone else’s game. I am not okay. How easy do you think it is, I’ve got wars to end, here, among my own people! Who’s to blame? They put me in one side, push me into another, it’s not fair……tell me, please….how should I take care of….

You’ve asked asked me too many times, who am I?

I look to the ground, I can’t stand in your storm, I’m the one who lost if front of your mirrors.

I’m your homeland named Okay.