Listen

( Raymundo Silveira BRA )

Listen, my friend!
          Look at me and see
          My face wet by tears;
          They never cease
          Because there isn’t any hope.

Listen, my daughter!
          My heart aches
          For things from the past,
          Although everyone says
          That is useless to say that.

Listen, my son!
          My grubs never grew up
          So, my butterflies never flew,
          However, my bats did
          And became my nightmare.

Listen, my God!
          If You actually exist,
          Make me feel happy
          At least for a little while