That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas
About me I am somebody special That was made By my father With his holy hands
Look who’s talking Badly about me He tells me that I am A religious fanatic That is wrong
Handsome men Is wearing his new glasses And he can see better With them He has some cataract on his left e…
That beautiful starry night During the Summer night I enjoy very much I look up in the sky And I see all the
Serious cases I have lots The one that bothers me A lot is my anger That I don’t know
He is feeling so unloved in this w… And the truth is, that he knows th… It seems to me like a sad life tha… He desperately wants love And doesn’t care who from
One pair of hands That my father Have to heal the people That is sick here on earth They are waiting for my
Stay with me My Father Because I been depress For a long time Because you have
Death has no age We can die at any age That is the truth We have no say on that Also some people will die early
I wanna pray with somebody That Is also a Christian like me Also we need to pray for our Father Before we go to bed
I have a choice I must write poetry every day For my Father and my friends It is my Father who have made I in his image
I will be home for summer And you people That miss me Will be able to see me again Because I was away
People The love of God Is pure That he is giving To you every
Bon jour Thanks for bringing The new day Very early this morning Dear Father
When you gone You left me in Shock Because I never Expected that