Paul

I found a kid in my house,

Living in my closet.

His mom forget him,

Because a killed her.

His name is Paul,

I love him,

But i don't know.

I feed him twice a day,

I hate him once a month.

He is anyway.

He is good,

He believes in god,

But god doesn't believe him.

I don't believe him.

He loves the sun,

He loves his mom

And he is my son.

Today is a good day for him,

He will meet the "almighty".

I love my baby,

So i say goodbye.

Pedro Lino.