When God Created Me
my mom used to say…
there was an Angel, watching
when God created me
I did believe her…
about the Angel, watching
me, since I was kid
and, I did love you…
oh, my Angel, for watching
life was full of joy
now, I hate you…
suddenly you stopped, watching
me, after ten years
you left me alone…
on blissful day, not watching
the eagle of prey
the eagle of prey…
on my youth, you stopped watching
and, what have I done?
many years passed by…
alone, and no one’s watching
tears never run dry
over three decades…
on sinful life, who’s watching?
me, I’m cruel and sad
but, I learned something…
be brave, when no one’s watching
you live in this world
living, for today…
tomorrow, I’ll be watching
my son sleeps, with peace
my mom did not say…
not only Angel, watching
when God created me
when God created me…
Angel and Devil, watching
and, I wonder….why?
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