That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas
That men Has a sick mind He uses all the bad language When he is talking to
Father We all need Our peace of mind Because we are very Stressed out
My father How I love To have That untitled Painting hanging
Live to love God The things that he gave you Here on earth Live to love The song of the birds
Living my life in your hands Because Father, you also own me Also, I am one of your sons I know that you have lots of other… Besides me
Come with me to the Veteran’s cem… So that we can pay our respects to… That died in the world war Fighting for peace
If you stay now You will make my day Because I want to Belong to you life If you let me
Gente fina Estou cheio das suas desculpas My friends When it comes to support me In my daily life
Look who’s talking Badly about me He tells me that I am A religious fanatic That is wrong
We are not in trouble Because our Father forgave us For not praying for him Because we were
Celtic man Please play your violin To the world So that the world can hear your mu… That is coming out of the violin
Ya man I am the Father Of Jamaica You are all my people Ya man
I wait for tomorrow Because it is not in vain And I also have the feeling that… Will be much better for me than to… Even though I am having that intu…
My free mind is allowed to think For myself and nobody else My free mind sends me messages That I can chose to share with my… Or keep it to myself
It is so sweet The way you kiss me I just love to be kissed By you father Don’t stop