ventilator

I wish I could ,

Plant a ventilator ,

Wherever I would ,

behind my head it could .

Maybe it'll all sound amusing,

When the ventilator became confusing ,

And all who sees the astounding ,

Feel all the more heart-breaking.

I visited the places ,

that reminded me of faces ,

yellow they may be ,

lies, they carry, has hurt me deeply.

In the beautiful sanctuary,

where two thought they would be ,

In the end, hurt , none was two ?

But three , I remind thee ,

Third it is , the one with the ventilator ,

planted behind his head ,

hoping to ventilate out all the confusion,

That he had ,

That he has ,

And that he will have .

"Papa" , he cries .

And heaven's gates open to him.

" Into your hands , I return my spirit. "

Valiante