We sent you life, we sent you faith, We sent you air, deliciouse wine We sent you love, we sent you joy And sent you time to spent in here Just reach out ... The birth of earth as you might think, Knowingly asked For shed a tear, What would you do Unveiling to a thousand times O lords of heaven, It's not my fault, It never was, Nor ever will be O lords of hell, Forgive their faults, for they are just Not even more Sad Bright Bless Your child By Aiakos Barada Nikto