Trust

Gate, I shall close

Glory, I shall bring

Enemy, I shall destroy

Wall, I shall erect

That is a promise to make you great

In vacuum, in isolation, in emptiness

I am the prophet at the gate of 21^st century

From the depth of despair and anger

I shall bring buckets of stars

From far away galaxies

For your Christmas Trees

And ray of light from a young sun

To your living rooms

I shall feed every hungry child

And bring a pony to ride

I shall chase away all monsters

From under your beds

I shall ask my daughter

To make the prettiest dress

 for every little girl, for a fair price

Trust me. I am one of you

My children also go to bed on empty belly

Trust me