Sorrow crept and tears flowed,
Soaked with passion, within i groaned,
As grief left no vacuum in me
And anquish smeared this precious soul.
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My aching heart laid on hot coals,
With mysteries heavy for the mind to bear.
She mourned for pain not for fear,
Thinking of how she‘ll reach her goals.
Faith could be so uncertain,
And fear as real as death
Yet in hope there‘s always a curtain,
That leads to a new birth.