• I reckon thy misery
    In this dreary place
    Where I suffered too much
    Where it all started.

    Yet in all thy failures,
    I stood up and carry on,
    Trying to fight this rude destiny,
    And stand freely on my own.

    Bereaved - yes I am,
    And was greed by benignity.
    I never felt so loved
    And was treated special in this world.

    Now, what is the essence of living?
    If all of them are against you.
    Bespatted by life's journey
    That made me lose thy faith.

    Now I am giving up --
    And be rested in thy sepulchre.
    With eyes enclosed and body untouched,
    For now I lay softly in thy TOMB...