I am standing here in the city,

so very crowd and noisy.

That every people were busy, 

doing there daily choirs hastily.

That you may not notice exactly,

that the time passes naturally.

Unable to every one to blissfully,

understand the importance it carry.

They walk here and there everywhere,

unable to see you hencewhere.

Your reverence and concern nowhere,

to be found earlier somewhere.

For it actually passes,

in just a matters of hours.

That no one really cares,

the necessary letters.

It carry was a message,

that goes in the passage,

down in the couch of carriage,

which only goes to the sewage of garbage.