Fear

Barely turning to thy

Thanking God for the path to see

Not knowing the change to death

Visualizing the death of others

But seeking the hope and courage not shown by others

But to seek your own path and visualize things that have never been seen

Being so hard to grasp the fact that a child may be sentenced to death

Having these thoughts that make you have these night mares at night

Having so many pains

But the baby had not been aborted

Never knowing the anticipation

Kept

Experience cemented belief that no matter how long or short a soul lived on earth, it always has a divine purpose

Born with so much pain already from coming out of her mothers wound

Her mystery of birth had been foreseen

But now also for death

For the sacredness of every human life, regardless of its span

Never getting used to the drills

Again an again fought the anxiety of bombs and wars

Going through what had never been even imagined

Imagination gone wild with dreams of being a gaucho one day

Never knowing life was luxuriant in our subtropical paradise

But disease and death lurked around us as well

Visualizing all the glimpses of human misery

One day of vomiting blood

Next day we walked to the valley of the shadow of death

When reaching the refrain

He himself shall be our leader

The incredibly strength grown in the last hour

At one point we said Good Bye

Not know or giving an opening chance for the path to appear 

Then with one tenderly turn

All these things remind us how death strikes at random

Suddenly dying is no longer a distant prospect

Neither something for other people to worry about

But something that we have no choice but to confront