Contemplating nature’s first grin,
In our little box of tin.
He keeps me warm with promises,
Speaking about far away provinces.
It’s a simple love song, a tiny lie,
He tells me illogical rhymes while I cry.
And when I look up, all I can see,
Is the pale, blue figure of Virgin Mary.
I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks,
And when I’m down on my knees ; my heart leaks.
Surrounded by the presence of an unkown holly body,
My only choice is to surrender, surrender to its supremacy.
And as my feverish hands raise in the air,
With my sweaty soul hidden in the Devil’s lair,
Delicate, pure voices flood my ears ;
They need me to let go of my fears.