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The sky is your roof
The ground is your bed
Each day a laboured one
Each night in cold sweat
That once manly body
now haggard and weary
And that brawny skin
now covered with dirt
Yet in that peaceful slumber
I see no hatred
I see no anger just pain
and may be regret
Your heart must have been
Broken a hundred times
Your tears must have frozen
Or they have just run dry
What might be the reason
for such great suffering?
Why have life been so cruel?
Was it her or was it you?
How many would care to know
How many bother to see
the pain that you bear
in such adversity?
If I know where you are
I would ask how might I help
May be share my lunches
or have my dinners instead
To God in heaven I can only pray
to ease your burden each passing day
To grant you mercy and forgiveness
To guide you again and show you the way
- © M@t@Maya (01-09-2013)
