Footsteps of Angels

Com um passo lento e silencioso aproxima-se aquela mensageira divina,

Senta-se na cadeira ao meu lado, coloca a sua gentil mão na minha.

E ela olha-me e sorri-me com aquele olhar carinhoso e profundo,

Como as estrelas, tão imóveis e santas, que do Céu observam o mundo.

sexta-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2011

Looking For Angels

All the faces are filled with so much anger,
Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger;
After all the wars, after settling the scores,
At the break of dawn we will be deaf to the answers…

There's so much bigotry, misunderstanding and fear.
With eyes squinted and fists clenched, we reach out for what is dear.
We want it, we want a reason to live…
We're on a pilgrimage, crusade for hope,
Because in our hearts, minds and souls, we know…

We need it, we need more than this

Going through this life looking for angels,
People passing by looking for angels;
Walking down the streets looking for angels,
Everyone I meet looking for angels…

So many nations with so many hungry people,
So many homeless scrounging around for dirty needles;
On the rise, teen suicide, when we will realize
We've been desensitized by the lies of the world?
We're oppressed and impressed by the greedy,
Whose hands squeeze the life out of the needy;
When will we learn that wars, threats, and regrets are the cause and effect of living in fear?

Who can help protect the innocence of our children?
Stolen on the internet with images they can't forget…
We want it, we want a reason to live…
We represent a generation that wants to turn back a nation,
To let love be our light and salvation…

What will you do to make a difference, to make a change?
What will you do to help someone along the way?
Just a touch, a smile as you turn the other cheek;
Pray for your enemies, humble yourself, love's staring back at me.
And in the midst of the most painful faces,
Angels show up in the strangest of places…

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