When the eternal slide,
Men would confess he tried,
Members would weep, saying he cried,
But too late for little praises,
Brought to a man off the races.
Reward the living under the sun,
Love the orphans who can run,
While they can celebrate and have fun,
Why watch them till their soul is gone,
And gather flowers to who need none.
Give love in the morning,
When the dew keeps wet and flowers grow,
Live life when there's still peace,
Before war and anguish takes the space,
And love now when you can still share the grace.
Many passed away without love,
Making new angels above.
Never deny your neighbour bread,
Whether an enemy or a friend,
Share in love don't wait till the end.
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