O Poço
Gerson Rufino
The Well
At the bottom of the well
Where my brothers threw me
With hatred on their faces
All because I dreamed too much
I lost my peace
At the bottom of the well
Still hearing the conversation
One speaks and the other contests
Sold or dead
To me it doesn't matter
It hurt too much
While I listened, the warm tears ran down my face
An anguish in my chest thinking of death
Full of disgust
A noise, a commotion
One of them reached out a hand to me
And shouting my name, Joseph
I will get you out of there
I was taken out of the well
But I was sold into slavery
I was tested, slandered
Even though innocent, I ended up in prison
My dreams came with me
I didn't leave them in the well
Every hour, minute, and second God saw my effort
He took me from there
He took me out of the well, made me govern
I am no longer a slave, I can set free
All accusations no longer exist
In my chest, anguish gave way to peace
To those who betrayed me, I offered forgiveness
From the whole process, I learned the lesson
At the bottom of the well, I always looked up
Even in prison, I didn't lose contact
With the sky
