Thinking of days without friendly security
Spreading out thoughtlessly childish purity
I’m not prepared for battles and hatefulness
I’m wildly striving for your gentle awareness
Looking so hopeful at the smoked yellow skies
Hoping to come upon the lost paradise
I want to disappear into your heavenly eyes
I want you embrace me without feeling ties
Keeping in mind pictures from a wonderful past
Cleaning them up from current ponderous dust
Finally, I made myself to comprehend:
You are God’s gift for me, my faithful friend.