European Father
I grief
My 8 year old daughter lying in a ditch on Haïti
Her eyes closed, just asleep
So beautiful, so beautiful
And so very broken
Therefore, I grief
I grief
My 4 year old son crying in a hospital in Gaza
A soldier didn’t mind
So very sad, so very sad
Not playing, forever
Therefore, I grief
I grief
My 2 year old daughter dying of AIDS in Africa
Given by her mother
O, so fragile, o, so fragile
A life without a bloom
Therefore, I grief
O Lord
Please be a better father than I have been
And let them play
Forever, forever
In your garden of angels
Amen
My 8 year old daughter lying in a ditch on Haïti
Her eyes closed, just asleep
So beautiful, so beautiful
And so very broken
Therefore, I grief
I grief
My 4 year old son crying in a hospital in Gaza
A soldier didn’t mind
So very sad, so very sad
Not playing, forever
Therefore, I grief
I grief
My 2 year old daughter dying of AIDS in Africa
Given by her mother
O, so fragile, o, so fragile
A life without a bloom
Therefore, I grief
O Lord
Please be a better father than I have been
And let them play
Forever, forever
In your garden of angels
Amen
Reacties op dit gedicht
| one for the road: | Woensdag, november 24, 2010 13:34 |
| mooi zeg! xxx |
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| De linkse hobbyist: | Woensdag, november 24, 2010 13:17 |
| Ach, het dekt de lading wel, vind ik. Ben ook niet van plan heel aktief te worden, dus vind bekendheid niet zo belangrijk. | |
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| Auteur: De linkse hobbyist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 november 2010 | ||
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