I’ve asked the rain,
To give me a new name,
To baptize me again.
But it refused and spat on me.
So I asked the sun instead,
The beautiful, scorching sun,
But it refused and burned,
Me,
To my core.
Poetry by Christophe Paternoster
I’ve asked the rain,
To give me a new name,
To baptize me again.
But it refused and spat on me.
So I asked the sun instead,
The beautiful, scorching sun,
But it refused and burned,
Me,
To my core.