A Tribute to Don Bosco
In the heart of Turin, where cobbled streets winded A young dreamer emerged, his purpose defined Born in eighteen-thirty five, humble and true His heart, a nucleus of compassion, boundless and bright Attracting souls like electrons, drawn to his guiding light From the shepherd’s fields to busting city squares He tended both sheep and souls with equal care Gravity, they say, bends the fabric of space So did Don Bosco bend fate’s rigid trace He gathered the lost, the wayward and the stray He created an Oratory, which was sanctuary where they’d stay His vision clear to rescue the lost and forlorn To nurture young hearts, their faith to adorn In dreams and visions, he glimpsed the divine A ladder to heaven where stars brightly shine His motto still resound…