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Always wake up with an abject around my neck,

something that keeps me safe,

makes concealment as I walk in the streets,

something to touch and hold when danger comes,

and something that makes me believe

that you still exists,

made of wood from unknown parts,

I hold the object that makes people cry,

when you die this is used,

when you are bout ready to die

this is what you last touch

and when you have another day

you hold this and say thanks,

this thing around my neck is everything for me,

the person who I know would always walk next to me,

I feel protected all day,

but he has to rest so In the night I kneel and pray,

I lay him to rest and I am alone once again,

think about life,

before just wanted to go,

but now more than ever I want to wake,

family by my side

people saying che you is a cool chill man,

thats why I wake and ask for hes presence,

before, for another reason I woke and smile,

but it seems dreams dont really come true,

morning comes I hold in my hand,

my rosario that protects me every day,

I dont want to die I want to breathe,

cause I need to find and see the things

I see only in dreams!