I recall a happy child
that believed in magic
and fantasy.
A child so lonely
and so naive to believe
that eternal was his destiny.
He felt the magic of myths
and dreams, of ancient legends
of kings and queens.
He spoke to the rivers
and laughed with the streams,
he sang with the wind
and cried with the trees.
He adored the mountains
and swam with the sky,
He slept on the grass
and he never asked why.
He woke up one day
and gazed on the sand.
He was drowning in the ocean
and couldn\'t see a helpful hand.
As he went under twice
and was about to make three,
he cried to the heavens,
hoping to be freed.
He looked all around,
as life was giving way,
shutting his eyes,
he started to pray.
My Lord, have I
fallen in such a way,
to have deserved
such punishment be cast
on to me, like this, today?
Behold, my God,
I am a child forever
in your eyes;
You are forever a Father
throughout eternity!
Don\'t look at the man
who has betrayed thee,
but only an offspring
of a broken humanity.