Bold circle around me itself built
As I've made sins and have guilt
All pull me down on shoulders put a heavy load
Clog my breath barriers harsh set on my road
Bitterness brims my life a little bit joy I meet
Should I swallow big hay for at end a bit sweet
I've enough of this way costs me as it costs
I would break the tight rope find myself anew post
Don't surrender to black fate will live on my own
Search all night till I see smiling rays of warm dawn
If single day still remain hopes in heart never sleep
If I died before that down in grave I would keep.
1/22/2009
kassem oude
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