Meindert Jan van Wijk
Spring; call it the new beginning,|
Going are the stormy days, forgotten the hail, and wind
Good things are be said in understanding about caring, sharing
Building a bridge from heart to heart, pleading with faith
Did you remember your promise, supporting your brothers and sisters
Somewhere, in a God’s forsaked land
The poof ones, the children in the mines, hide-away cloth factories
On the vulnisbelts, did you still remember given your vote for them?
We looting into catalogy for close, distance trips
Or maybe for jewels for them, means a catotogy, old paper
Did you date a pretty girl with a dinner? Did you leave it
Behind after your conquest? It could taken with you in a doggy bag
How did your dear one after that car accident? The donor far your love one
Was someone poor one hit by a car while crossing the street
Maybe, maybe someone did let a doggy bag behind only, His bad luck was,
He was self the doggy and his baggy sit now inside your love one.
Never forget: we are all brothers and sisters, never forget:
One day, you will need them I hope for your own sake
In good spirit with good thoughts with friendship in their hearts
In peace, love, and harmony to You.