Almas Perdidas
Wagner Roberto
Lost Souls
Alone lying in my bed
Trying to sleep
Sleep eludes me then
I start to hear
Someone's voice sobbing
And calling my name
Crying begging for bread
To satisfy their hunger
They are the lost souls
On their way to the end
They are people they are lives
They depend on me
And as I contemplate this scene
I start to cry
Because my memory
Reminds me of the promises
To take the seed to the lost
Was what I promised
The commitment that one day
I made with God
They are the lost souls
On their way to the end
They are people they are lives
They depend on me
