Où es-tu

Où es-tu

Quand la nuit tombe
Mon coeur sera dans un monde
Si noir et tremblant
Où es-tu
Mes parents m’ont dit auparavant
Tu es une lumière très brilliante
Mais pourtant
Je ne te vois pas tellement
Souvant
Je me demands
Pourquoi ce malheur si grand
M’est arrivé
On dit nous sommes des anges
Mais si je pourrais choisir
Je préférerais être comme des faucons
Au moins je pourrais voler
Sans chargins
Vraisembablement

Ecrit par JerSki BjorkSen, 8 février, 2007


Child kidnapping and molestation have been reported more and more via media. As criminologists and police try to put those pedophiles behind the bar, there are psychologists and neuroscientists who are conducting research to shed light on whether those criminals are actually under certain chemical imbalance in their brains.

Yet, who can bring back a once pure-hearted soul? What will those children become later in life? If God really exists, how can He let innocent children walk on that dark road without reaching His hands out? Can one be healed after being traumatized severely both physically and mentally?

If I were one of those angels, I would rather be a falcon and fly high and afar in the sky…