Chessboard of Souls
Maybe we're just pawns
in a chessboard of souls,
and He's just waiting
that we commit a foul.
Where's the second part,
for the guy who felt firstly,
innocence is beautiful,
when you don't see it clearly.
The evil can never reign
over the goodness of a saint,
unblemished almighty sovereignty,
every good person won't faint.
Copyright © Pedro Costa | Year Posted 2011
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