Crown

It's from range of suffering
Anxiety, uncertainty, grief
Resentment, shame
It's from range of suffering
And when the crown of thorns
Stung the skin of Christ
Ichor started flowing out
It was supposed to be like this
And the concrete of your cities
Is hard as always
Asphalt of all the roads
Evenly rides apart
And i have a bicycle
A computer and a phone
Few gadgetes and a Quran
I feel in danger