Aimlessly and very helpless Walk the beautiful girl In the maelstrom of this life Between Misery and greed.
Looking at her all think Poor is the one who walks Without seeing in the brightness of his eyes, The Candor that flashed.
The poor girl jumped With his rags of rags And without a pair of shoes. To Cover your bare feet
With his extended hand Asking for a piece of bread Many pass by their side, Like it's a plague.
The little girl in white rags Keep wandering in life Looking for the human being The hug of the brother.
The beautiful girl lies Between uncovering and clarity With an angelic face Full of love and kindness
The one many ignored By personal appearance It was a divine envoy, With Heavenly Mercy. Image Credit: Kirk Reinert, "Gift of Love"
La Niña
Sin rumbo y muy desvalida Camina la hermosa niña En la vorágine de esta vida Entre miseria y codicia.
Al mirarla todos piensan Pobre es la que camina Sin ver en el brillo de su mirada, El candor que destellaba.
La pobre niña saltaba Con su batita de harapos Y sin un par de zapatos. Que cubran sus pies descalzos
Con su manita extendida Pidiendo un pedazo de pan Muchos pasan por su lado, Como si fuera un apestado.
La Niñita de harapos blancos Sigue vagando en la vida Buscando en el ser humano El abrazo del hermano.
Yace la niña hermosa Entre rallos y claridad Con un rostro angelical Lleno de amor y bondad
La que muchos ignoraron Por apariencia personal Era un enviado divino, Con clemencia celestial.