20 September 2014

If my moans made your core showery

I'd roar more over day and night

It heals a muster of my anguish

All I know you cannot sojourn

On cloud nine leaving me alone

With pleasure shadows my pain

I’d do by my ego for sure, but

Age and prayers bow my laps

Beseeching you, God!

You can bid peace I know

If there is no cries in paradise

Why on your wrought earth?

Where goodness pays in ordeal

As you gather in the place

All Your lovely creations