I Am the Lonely Singer

I sing from the midst of my heart, To liberate my soul from the arms of destiny, I sing on wooden guitar playing In my shivering hands, To quench my inner thrust for salvation. I am neither a christian nor a Buddhist, I am neither a Hindu nor a Muslim, I am the man of songs for all, Oh my god, guide me towards the beacon of light? I sing about love not about hatred, I sing about compassion not about jealous, I sing about god not about devils, I am the lonely singer of the street from the orient. Travelers came and travelers went, Many are yet to come and many are yet go, Man kind don't know the way they come the way they go, Oh my god,show me the secret roots of existence?