Why did you leave me alone?
Did I make something wrong?
I’m just a little boy
In need of some love.

Still remember when I was seven,
My mother took her flight to heaven;
My father couldn’t wait for better times,
A heartache took him from the arms of mine.

And so I ask: oh, God! Why?
Why making suffer so much to one?
Why leaving a shadow on my heart?

Now I’m older enough
To answer those questions:
God isn’t guilty for the wrongs in the world,
Instead He gets joy even from the worst.