To the One Who Created Me
What if I had never been born,
and not seen a smile or frown?
When I was told I had to die,
like the others buried in graves,
I laughed as if death didn't exist,
wasn't life was supposed to be
an endless dance of pleasure:
of wishes, of joys and loves?
Wasn't it too early for me to think...
experiencing fear to foresee my end?
But that sad thought made me aware
how fragile we are: today here,
tomorrow gone as a gust of wind!
Who has felt what I am feeling now?
What if I hadn't felt the warm sun or cool breeze,
looked up and wrote an ode to the One
who created me with a noble purpose to fulfill?
I wouldn't have thought as angels do indeed...
we humans have hearts that can express emotions
through love, passion, desire, joy and sadness,
but they have none of those feelings as we do
and that makes us very unique and special!
What if I hadn't drunk the fresh water...
when I was thirsty after having lost much sweat?
Wouldn't have my bread tasted differently...
without having earned it with labor and patience?
How my joyful mind and heart praised
the One who created me to love, compassionate,
and give to break down the barriers of hatred!
Oh, how many tears my sacrifice did spare!
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