You are not alone,
although of the blind voice of innocence,
tries to isolate your dementia,
laugh and pray.

Although you have to open the door of the defiance,
and you feel dreary and full of shudder,
raise your face and take the rudder.

Because you are not alone,
beautiful flower,
you will never be alone.

We take you inside of our heart and flair,
in this little rose full of dew,
that will always be your crew.

Your Lord accompanies you and watches.
Your angel sneaks in every day,
on the solitude of your pray,
and in every way.

My tender and always, sweet sway.