Before I get lost,
Within the moon,
Amuse me, lovely tone,
Of my children.

Show me happiness,
Lies within the sun.
Show me the beauty,
The sky wears at night.

Make my soul embrace,
Sweetness of the air,
With a smile,
Because time is coming.

When will the sun dry my soul,
Out of my body,
The air will blow my existence,
Onto the other side.

When my children will tire
Of visiting me,
I’ll be forgotten,
In no time.

When that time comes,
Always wear a smile,
When visiting me,
I’ll be happy, in my return home.

© Agaphy