Unpredicted

I have wrote to the roots I find. But the world seems noisy and unkind. They would not nourish it to grow. But the cross means to give birth to lies. I thought of women cover their faces. And men doing their choirs. I thought of kids counting on friends or parents. And lover counting on God's hands. All there is to do, is to build walls to find a secure life. Human nature is nothing more; then the choice again of the forbiden fruit. They may play the play. Yet I would cherish those freedom. See through stupidity and wisdom. Since I know God's love on me never had changed. And it was all the lies and lusts spreads; Makes the day unpredicted.