What it is, this Pain?

What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos
Dying in the hot sun hungry and in no-man's land
What it is to cry for me? When they have no tears to spend
Starving to death still living on a hope
I'm merely an ant in size, will still survive holding a rope
What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos

Quiet and tender fearless they grow
Fear in me is to be lost or let go
They still lived in those hot burning sun
I sob in my room for a small thing or none
What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos
Dying in the hot sun hungry and in a no-man's land
What it is to cry for me? When they have no tears to spend

Teams of endearment holds good for all
Loved am I to the fullest but not sufficient at all
Crazy am I and people like me
All we have but no eyes to see
What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos