To Father's
At this moment
That you are with me
God is close to me
I put my head at his feet
Forget your shortcomings, misfortunes and foolishness
The touch of his compassionate hands
I feel on my back
Watching
I become a green tree
Such as
I am living many lives, not one
Such as
I have changed many things, not just one
In the smallest particle
The universe of the universe is superficial
All the way
I see them coming towards me
Think
The ground has stopped for a while
People
Your hatred
They are full in their pockets
And me
Saying hello
About the Creator
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