Nights spent in a home you don't own
Begging for mercy to the limitless sea
To grant the requirement most you need.
The sun, the storm, in their extreme form
In days and nights they strike their might
Bellows after bellows when you're so low.
Take charge and spend, let it blend
The energy you've obtained till the last drop it is drained.
Let it hurt; the pain is worth
The underlying pain is the most satisfying strain
Healing process giving you distress
When healing isn't at all healing.
Cast out among, the vagrants those migrants,
Shall I be if not for your blood that set me;
Who am I to call? For soothe I need for my soul
The castout that I am, in this world of shame.
Reflections of the mirror used to shine
But no more in this times of cries.
Couldn't You force a blow and bestow
Your mercy am still begging being still!
A prayer so bare and sore
A confinement; absolute as that of the mute.
Render us your mails to our hearts that quail
Faltering as they beat: quivering in fear.
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