I'm thinking of God
I'm thinking about love
Men fleeing Love
And then they empties
In anguish over empty
And you doubt
You come near them
Yet no one has faith
I distressed I am when I see
That after two thousand years
Among the many disappointments
Few live their faith
Many speak of hope
But forget you
Everything could be better
If my people sought
Walk in the ways in which
Think more about their Lord
But you get forgotten
And why not love
Everything would be better
If Christmas was not a day
And if mothers were Maria
And if the parents were Joseph
And if the children seem
Jesus of Nazareth
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