The days come and go
The things move
But my thought is only
What to ahead make of each choice That the life in the ones of?
What I can wait of the life… not to be the death?
The future and the gift
Of each one
It is defined by
Choices made in the past
Each one thus responsible one of proper it self Waiting for the final judgment
That one day each one of us anger to pass For the ways that we tread our lives We will know the destination of our spirit When we leave of this world
What to make? Where if to hide?
It will have an exit?
The future and the gift Of each one
It is defined by the Choices made in the past Therefore…
I consider deceased happyer than the livings creature Why we
The livings creature…
Still we have that to live
E happyer than both
He is that one that still
Nor it was born
Therefore it does not know the badness That if made underneath of the sun Underneath of the sun
It is where we will make our choices That iram to decide
Our destination in
Day of the judgment the holy ghost
What I can wait of the life… not to be the death?