Tell me, You, up in the heavens.

All this make sense?
Pain, misery, war.

I ask too much, do you?
Peace, love, justice?

And I,
I can't do anything,
because I have nothing to give.

I'm a fucking pacifist,
who remind the distant '68
and still sings Bob Dylan.

'The answer is blowin' in the wind',
he said.

I'm still looking for that answer.