Wishes

WISHES My my love in grips of chills I saw the future of mine calls It was from the garden meant for survivors its air smells of long life and prosperity Its flowers blossoms from hope and determination And its echoes promise to provide me tomorrow That is a new day waiting for me A future that shall cover my nakedness From the shrivels of this day When at long last i shall be a human Just one out of the thousands of failures Oh when shall that be Thousand and ten years after the burdens yokes Yes! really it assures, now As the millennium comes with Christ My shelter from those ages of nakedness Just you my future, echoes my calls The throne calls, here i come.