• stephenkofioman 6w

    Since my ill body shall quiver
    My eyes shall cry a river
    To fill up my empty heart of pains
    And wash away my mind in anxiety stains
    So that sorrows shall go deep down
    To deeply drown
    As I deeply regret
    In my bitterness as the hurtful moments I can't forget,
    May all afflictions fade
    When it is I, the crier they have deeply degrade
    So let the tears flow to cleanse and fill in
    My dying spirit within!
    ┬ęstephenkofioman