Calling


I created you,
So you could return to me.
I put you on a test,
You always disappoint me.
I am calling you,
Why do you walk away?
I have chosen you,
Why do you deny?
I make miracles,
You call it luck.
You are my son,
You call yourself the son of monkey.
I give you ideas,
You take the glory.
I made you equal,
You put a rank on yourself.
I will call you soon,
You should be ready.
You make mistakes,
I forgive you.
You left me,
But I still love you.
Are you lost?
follow me.
You will be free from ferocious fire.
I will save you,
Just grab my hand.

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