Next To God
Who understands the agony,
Of a beautiful sapphire,
Who believes in the truth,
Of a proven liar,
Who helps men,
Of indecent behaviors,
Who cures a soul,
Bearing incessant failures,
Who cleans the room,
Of messy creatures,
Who follows the orders,
Of dreadful miniatures,
Who wipes out the tears,
Of an unknown soul,
Who helps in raising the standards,
Of a fallen goal,
Who encourages like hell,
A lost hope of dried eyes,
Who believes in the words,
Of someone’s constant lies
There isn’t any, such body,
There isn’t any, such frod,
But if any such madness exist,
It’s really next to God
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