Like a sleeping child still and inocent his breath of life was wrongly taken from him That makes us wonder if there really is punishment since he who commits a crime does not deserve to be alive We see loved ones who we think are perfect die unjustly and simply there is no explanation We look for answers in religion maybe comfort a false illusion But wicked men remain alive and good ones are being wiped out There are those who comfort and cling to their belief that you always pay for your crimes but in this life you do not see it All have their alibi there is a solution for everithing but the truth is that the end is near Murders, sickness. decrepitude with all these evils we always have the same attitude That will not happen to me That will not be our luck Death is inevitable but will not affect me.