Pain in the middle,
Of excitement and agitations,
Eaten by the earth,
My dear mother.
Hopes blown like breeze,
A pain taller than God's throne,
I'm a tear of the eyes,
A man of sorrows.
My future is lost,
In this sinful world,
My heart bleeds for you,
Dark and slippery are my path.
I hold my tears no more,
The pain is heavier than the earth,
If tears could make a river,
Mind could make an ocean.
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