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He was alone, he wasn't lonely.
He didn't want to be disturbed.
His life was passing, passing slowly.
He didn't want to be disturbed.

He never seen the world around,
He didn't care, didn't want.
He was considered to be proud.
He didn't care, didn't want.

He died alone, noone to bury.
He came to Heaven, still alone.
He had no sins, nothing to worry.
He was in Heaven, but alone.

-How did you live,-was asked by Lord.
-I wanted love, but never had.
-But did you ask?
                -Did not, my Lord.
-You didn't ask..well, it is sad...

-How did you live,-was asked again,
Lord wasn't smiling, was so sad.
-No happness,-he said in pain.
-You didn't seek,-Jesus looked mad.

-How did you live,-and he just left.
He wasn't in Heaven or on earth.
He did regretted, that he simply left.
He was in between--could not be worse.

And e cried to Jesus who seemed to befar
In Heaven, forbidden behind the door lock.
-Why is the door closed, unreachable star?
Jesus was crying:But you didn't knock...


Mathew 7:7
Ask and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.