I wake up in the night
to the starry sky of might
I remember things that happened in the daylight
I held a moment in my hand.
Brilliant as a star
Fragile as a flower, close my eyes for an hour and think,
I who struggle in life, but smile a lot.
I with an empty pocket, but with a heart full of hope
I without possessions, but sees life so wonderful
I who sleeps in a dark house, but walk not in darkness
I who wear faded clothes, but in his eyes I glitter
Those who sing to his name
Those who dwell their life to them
Those with laughter and love so much give
Those who live to righteousness
We, brought happiness with him above
Like a distant star, we bring light to God.
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The Garden of Words
RastgeleThis is not a story. This is a collection of feelings written during those times when I only got my frail heart and mind. And lost the colorful butterfly in my sight.
