My magic is not for all.
I give them,
TO whom I love more,
I saw your pain.
And know it is undue.
But what can I do?
How can I give it to you?
When did you pray
I called my magic,
I made it another wave.
I can’t control my delve.
And I ask for your help.
You thought me God,
And the sufferings are flowers
Being laid to his feet.
You grow more and more
With you love for God indeed.
I looked at me, glowing in knowledge.
What God eats, that even can be mine?
Do you know once he asked me to dine?
How can I be sure that he can make me pure?
Day by day I spent like this,
Even today I offered you the kiss.
God came and did not talk to me.
“Leave my children alone
AND DON’T DARE TO BE HERE ANY MORE.”
I stick to my judgement and I suck from you.
I am waiting for your God who will make me through.
Adios!
