All the pain,
In my brain,
Felt in soul and my body,
Do you know, my buddy?
Is for what?
It is not,
For the food,
I am not,
A dead wood!
It is not,
For some rest,
Can be taken,
In a chest!
Saying it,
For my good,
I’m not,
In a mood,
For the size of the cell,
I have made in a dell!
It is made like a nest,
For the pests, not the best!
It … is time,
To drink wine,
Grab the chance,
Just for once,
To see Him,
Smell Him,
To touch Him,
And join Him!
To be in His color,
Like son, like father!
This world is small,
To give Him a call!
The pain is dull,
Here is the Fall!
I need His breast,
To take some rest,
I wish to fly,
And cry: “goodbye”!
