Life has brought nothing but pain
& love has left me little to gain
My efforts all seem in vain
& thus the cycle begins againMy wronging hangs like a black cloud
The light of life it seems to shroud
But I dare not say aloud
Of me already they are not proudLife in itself seems bleak
With fear of losing my voice I do not speak
But inside I mourn the great lion gone meek
How the great pain in my heart has made me weakHow I must reek of great despair
A scent so vile it poisons the air
I cannot but ask how is this fair
Tell me lord for your servant have you no careOf happiness the dreamer dreams
That life would be all it seems
But for now the tears in my eyes are all that gleam
& down the curves of my face they gently stream
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