Or Let me die smooth
In this golden evening
her bright hair is shining soft,
Still there is hope
to remain alive or least put it in draft.
When she cry silent
and look for hands in the open sky,
I feel overloaded with love
and have the cause to fly.
Don’t know why
but when she ignore what n how I feel,
trust my Lord
it hurt too strong and that pain really kill.
I am not that what I born
but how I build myself till now,
Can’t afford diamond crown
but draw true lines using paw!
Oh the Holy Nature please forgive, set me free,
how long should I survive alike a rootless tree??
Please make her happy put in safe and turn it truth,
Otherwise give up devil; Or, Let me die smooth!!!
Photo: César Abner Martínez Aguilar