you need no weapons to win the battle,
your looks will be enough.
oh! if love would once more turn to me,
if i cry its cause there is nothing..
for my out stretched hands.
if i offer myself as a victim..
will i find salvation for my soul?
Sometimes with open eyes,
and consider them unreality.
some will refute them and call you mad and insincere.
but I'll transform them to reality...
and in this attach myself to thee and become one in two, inseparable.
when something makes happy and smile,
my soul rejoices.
when i need of a helping hand you find one stretched out to thee..
when pain and sorrow knocks at thy doors...
a tender caring Guard will block their path.
for you trust and love makes me perform continuous small miracles for thee..
because of the confidence of the one i love..
my divine heart opens and torrents of grace pours...
for your tears and cries,...
i will turn them to a Master piece of Laughter and joy...