God made you!
When I see the first drop of rain
Falling down and touching the ground,
I ask myself with a lot of pain,
What was in you that I found?
When I see the first bud open its eyes,
With the sweet aroma in the air,
My heart within me quietly cries,
And asks God, "Was it fair?"
When I see the children playing in the meadows,
Memories come and flood my mind,
As now there are only shadows,
And happiness is nowhere to find.
When I see the first ray of the sun,
As a new day comes and greets me,
My days become sad and glum,
Cuz it's only you that I want to see.
And I wonder often why I think
Of you with all that I do.
And now I know what is the link,
When God made all these beauties,
maybe he made you, too...
