Mission

I'm here like I'm among wolves,
They're beating me, beating me hard,
I've tasted the vine,
and sometimes I cry.

I walk about in the daytime,
I avoid quarrel and strife,
I'm not in the mood for show,
and I will not yield to great treachery.

I sleep at night and stay awake during the day,
I drink a little, I eat a little,
smoke a cigarette now and then,
I smell the smog in my lungs.

I am not an infallible person,
but I try to stay diligent,
to help where I'm needed,
I don't want to live for myself.

To look for wrongs in this world,
to right them in a holy way,
God will assist me,
even when they resist.

I want to be his right hand,
even though I suffer torment at times,
I can't do it any other way,
He trusts me, he knows me though.

I would like to be free again,
fly like a butterfly,
admire the beauty of the world,
enjoy the cold, the summer.

Come that Spirit of truth to me,
that I may behave wisely,
to help those who grope,
in the thick darkness without a parachute.

This is what my soul wants,
the devil not tempts me anymore,
I will not be his servant,
Let him weep over my monument.

I have a lot of work ahead of me,
But God is with me forever,
His will will be done,
it's the bowl full of fruit.