A Small Prayer ~

When the crooked heart will be straightened When the impurity is burned in pure oil When the moon holds her size for good And when the wind gently throws itself on the sea. The world will be a place far better to live The garden will be filled with floras and faunas The tweet of the birds will turn into a symphony of songs And when each belly has cereal to fill. Oh, Master painter, paint the world thus Oh, the author of destiny, write the welfare of each creature Oh, Father of the hearts, let love blossom And let real humanity live in tranquillity and peace