He goes the way he came
Into this world.
Quiet he has lived,
Quiet again is his departure.
But his short legacy
Forever will endure.
An Angel of God he was,
Yet an Angel of God, always he will be;
For children, God loves,
And, heavens, for children are made.
So a child he was,
A child he will remain.
Aristote goes the way he came
Into this world;
Nothing to leave behind
But his family,
And his friends…
A sole legacy of his.
« So here I am God,
Let me into your Kingdom.
Let me rest into your bosom.
For my time has come,
To be near you…My Jesus.
Rest I need, the true rest only You can give.
Parents of mine,
My love to you I proclaim,
From the bottom of my child’s heart.
But Jesus,
I love you even more.
So here I am…
With joy and with no regrets. »
