As Mary Craddles her Baby,
Upon the floor they lie,
She craddles her babe,
Sheltered by the blanket.
Did she know then of the power he would have?
Did she know then of the life he would have?
As she craddles him.
As the Virgin Mary Lies Idol
As life turns out like this,
I find myself,
Staring at the fallen statue.
The statue of Virgin Mary and her Baby.
He is shltered by the balnket.
She craddles him.
As the Virgin Mary lays Idol
I find it bad, that i hinder replacing it.
I find it bad, that i question his power.
I find it bad, that i question his exisitance.
As the Virgin Mary Lays Idol upon the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem