If I ONLY COULD

 Texto de autoria de AustMathr Viking Dubliner e Inglesa Luso-Chinesa com direito autoral protegido pela Lei 9610/98

I spent all night long tossing, Turning and questioning, Racking my brains and my nonconformity, Searching for and anew, But nothing can be done about it, If I only could speak with God, I would make a deal with him, Lest your ruddy countenance turns into pale, Lest your look creeps out, So that you do not need to run, To stumble and fall, This feeling is pain that drives one insane but it does not hurt in me, Because I do not know how deep a bullet lies, This lament is a feeling that rationalizes with no reason, Because I know how impromptu fate surprises, I can spend the rest of my life, Racking my memories, But not knowing how to avoid my longing that I should long for before, I have tried to speak with God, To make a deal with him, But he would not listen to my begging, And his divinity was profane instead, And without any agreement, He left, And rose to the sky, This moment is late pain that only now suffers in me, Because I do not know what from the past is left in your heart, This torment is death that frightens but it does not die in me, Because I know how suddenly this ephemeral life is passed by and away.

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