
Make a drawing,
Make a new thing.
Sing a song,
Into the dew which sings,
In truest beings you can find their unique nature,
To be free,
We are free, yet few things try to entrap us,
But with God’s grace we shall be free.
Adios!

Make a drawing,
Make a new thing.
Sing a song,
Into the dew which sings,
In truest beings you can find their unique nature,
To be free,
We are free, yet few things try to entrap us,
But with God’s grace we shall be free.
Adios!

I play the game of love,
Of knowning the truth,
Of seeking all brilliant things,
Of knowing the love which we might sustain,
Of everything big and true which is forever ours and not thine.
Adios!

In Zenith beyond the sky,
In love which plays with you,
Of hide and seek,
Of every good game played and won.
In zenith beyond the sky are our friends who will definitely play and be with us.
Adios!
A gift of time,
Is from a friend of mine.
It’s pure joy, radiance and happiness.
It’s the way to live,
To smile,
To prosper and to be.
Adios!
A long thought in the rain,
Asks me why do I have so much pain?
It ain’t mine,
But still it bothers me.
A long thought on the rain asks me,
Shall I be or I won’t,
Yet, it ain’t fair for the huge thought or for me,
To be thinking so much.
A long thought in the rain,
Is my attempt to be,
So that I can survive,
Without being more in the pain.
Adios!