He came to us as a baby.
We can hear his screams from far.
We were so happy that we sing his arrival.
We were waiting for him as a Messiah.
He grew up so fast,
we didn’t understand how time passed so fast.
Through his growing, we felt many pleasures,
we felt many sadness.
“that’s the way it’s goes” we all said.
Now he is dying just outside our door.
He is not a baby, he is a very old
no one wants to say goodbye to him.
We are watching him dying, and all of us we are relief.
We are waiting for a new baby to come,
we are waiting to sing happily for him.
Maybe this new baby it’s better, maybe not.
But as all of us keep saying: “that’s the way it’s goes”.