Sweet and humble,
The fountain of love.
Warm heart,
The comforter.

Striving to raise children,
The hard worker.
One who put food on a table,
Giving hope and peace in the heart.

Beauty of her heart is on her hands,
Soft and lovely magical touch,
Healing bruises and wounds of life.

Who can be like Mama?
Breaking the tension,
Gathering a family,
And making love.

I fought this fight before
Battle to defeat addictions after additions
From bad to good habits of life
My enemies are back with new strategies
And old known power driven by one idea
To put the man on the ground surface
so men can take him to underground
I know very well that I can
That I can win this again
Germs can attack and kill defenseless
But addictions will fail again on a wise
When a king is still breathing
The kingship is still surviving
There is a chance of rising again

I feared a serpent and a danger in my life.
But I feared most of all, love that bounced back;
On a heart of a person who has a heart that is hard as old rock.
The heart that cannot receive neither give.
The heart that is cold and dark.

That love is no longer sweet and consumable,
Is sharp as an arrow withdrawn from red fire and thrown,
Causes much hurt and damage to good people's hearts.

If the heart of that good person could handle and possess it,
What a dangerous weapon to be used to strike another good ones?
What a disaster caused by one heart that is cruel in this world?

The dark night with heavy storm.
No one likes it even the wildest beasts.
Eyes cannot see anything at all
Unless thunderbolt chooses to appear.

The thunderbolt is just a scary temporary light
That you cannot rely on.
The form of life that we did not choose to be part of.

But here we are, blind as if we have no eyes to see.
Hoping for the storm to be over
 And the light to come out, so that, we can see.

I have seen people
Laugh for what they're doing.
Killing, raping, kidnapping,
Getting drunk, stealing and smoking.

They pretend to be proud of,
But I know the truth.
That bold man inside of them.
They can't stand Him
When they are alone.

This is where this come,
The madness meeting,
Where they would gather
And make useless conversations,
Laughter and lot of gossip.

You would think they are about to solve;
 solve a problem, but none of them would.
The only thing they can do
Is to ignore their conscience
And live like there is no tomorrow.

I wonder who is there to help them?
They rejected their own Savior