Suffering A Lot Is Not Dying
Here stands a son, a son without a
father and a mother to love.
Where are they? In their graves.
Yes! In their graves, dead!
They kicked the bucket, so many
years ago, and left me hanging
my head like a sick goat. I don´t
want to imagine how life was.
After all, I faced what I never
wished to face. A challenging life,
full of sufferings, in simple terms.
I lived a dog´s life, have you ever
gone through this?
A son who doesn´t know where
their home is. He stays in other
people´s homes. Father, mother, where
is home. Come and wipe my tears
of this painful life.
Even my own relatives were calling
me all kind of nicknames they know.
Look at that chokra, meaning street
child, yet I lived in a home. Why me?
Why this on me? Father, mother where
are you?
What is your father´s name?
people ask me. But the answer is
I don´t know and have never seen him.
Mother, why did you leave me in this world
of sufferings? Why...?
Whom should I give these titles, father
and mother. I have no difference with a fish
on a dry shore. Have you ever known
something? Your smile wipes away my
flowing tears.
I never forgot to call upon God,
father of orphans and he saved me.
Do you pity me? He saves his people.
I trusted in him all times, whether in
trouble or not.
Oh taste and see that the Lord
is good, blessed is the man who
trusts in him. He has got plans of
prosperity for my future.
ooohh! Thank you shalom.
I came to learn that, suffering a lot
is not dying, but building me stronger.
Am now in safe and secure hands.
Yes! Suffering a lot, is not dying.
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| The Poet Cornelius |
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