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
