Let (Nothing to Do with It)

Let them have what they want
Let them give name and something to chant
Let them take ignorance for freedom
Let a star be born
Let them worship the stardom
Let them feel to be at home
Let them have the freedom
To know where they came from

Let Him say there'll be light
Let the Word to become sight
Let there be heaven
On the earth
Let the humanity
Of be any worth
Let not make me one of them
Let me be what I am
I know, I came from nowhere
I know, I'll go to nowhere
Let me have little pleasures
I'm not interested
In your fancied treasures
Can't imagine myself
Knocking at the door
I know it will open

And you'll find many more

For what we have come
Nobody knows
I am not here to say
Yes I do
And I find myself
Terminating at the end too
Might leave behind something
But most of them not to do with anything
Take a big leap and great stride
You know I can never heart your pride
Can't help laughing at myself
But the laughter becomes tears
And I scream for help
Sometimes I feel stranger in a strange land
When I see my reflection in white silvery sand
The Great Banyan tree overshadows the others
When it can't give the shadow for one who suffers
I'm happy here to be a stranger forever
Who doesn't know anything
And doesn't want to know whatsoever