The day is ending, the night will come…
There is no much time my dear son…
The day is ending, I will say goodbye,
To everybody so please my dear don't cry!
Because everything finds its end a day….
And I will not be só distant... so faraway….
I've been asking for God as I was a boy,
More one thing, as if it was aprecious coin:
Give me Lord the happiness of achieving,
A personal level in which I'll be living
In these days when the third world war is near,
At least just for one very, very special year,
Give me Lord a bright personal level,
In which I'll be happy before my last travel…
I wanna be able to accomplish my dreams:
To feed many and many poor children! It means
To give food to them from my own money;
To give them the best among the best honey!
Because there is no worst thing than to see
A child crying on the ground - this surely will be
A horrible vision, a horrible nightmare
A real motivation to the most dark despair…
Yes, my son, the day is ending, the night will come:
God was always, glory, into ourhome…
Maybe He listens to my prayer at this moment:
To put an end to the poor children's torment…
Maybe this is also His dream to all men:
To make the best charity- the best they can!
If He listens to my prayer I'll die as a pigeon:
The night can come: I honored my religion!
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