My hands are bound, By the shackles of age, My feet are bound by sins. My tongue is here, Untouched and unharmed, But my palace is now in ruins.
I gathered my strength, And tried to wail, I could not make any noise. What could have happened, To my tongue unyielding, What could have happened to my voice?
I struggle everyday, With no words of endorsement, I cry all alone as I stand in the rain. For I am the sinner, And this is my atonement I must now, endure every pain.
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