
On a string,
Are a few beads.
One of truth.
One of my God’s love.
One of my Mother’s love.
One of my Father’s love.
One of my faith.
And of the that conviction,
Which is truthfully mine.
Adios!
On a string,
Are a few beads.
One of truth.
One of my God’s love.
One of my Mother’s love.
One of my Father’s love.
One of my faith.
And of the that conviction,
Which is truthfully mine.
Adios!