Today we part to path no more
We were twain entangled like webs
At the onset of our lives
But now here, to say our final words

How we serve
In bowing and leaping
This joy, we have
Bestowed for keeping

How we fight
By word and blood
In chariot with kite
Plaguing the thorn

When we weary
Crossed with thoughts
And world we marry
Ah, a room for dross

Burdens we carry
Weighing just cruel
Though we, a Mary
Impregnated not fuel

Who shall save
Him, riding on waves
Him, we craves
Him shall save

Neither the Mountain
to me ought a thorn be,
Nor the deep Valley
present a hurt to my fall.

This Creation,
thy little lord should be.
This Creation
a Song stirred should please.
Alas, this Creation
a Fallen Man he is.

Whence affliction cometh forth?
From whence the hurt
that ****** my aches?
What suffereth my being to wail?
And wrought bareness
to wholeness of bones?

Bringing me to heights,
the Mountain should be.
Expounding me mysteries,
the Valley should delight.

Then, why speaketh thou
sore distress for my hurt?
Why casteth thou down,
and exalt my tribulations!!!

Hath thou no pleasure
in thine maker?
Nor any weariness
of His rebuke as a sword?

Surely, He formed thee
whole in perfection,
As for me, conceived
in darkness of the fallen,
Rejoice not in this afford.
For grace shall speak, Selah.

Do you love it wild?
Like a ride on the buffalo,
Or you love it mild?
As one of them preaching birds,
Are you the passionate one?
Who cherished the cool of dawn.
Do you mind attaining lofty height?
Like swimming the high tides,
Or should I break it down?
And crave solace afforded by silent waters.
If trum-trum goes the dark rivers
Let us dive right in
And feel the by rippling rhythm.

"Will you hold me in your loving embrace?"
"You will rise with the sun in my loving arm"
"I am a cut out stalk without root in the earth"
"I will be your renewal of hope every season"
"I am a weak youngling, to and fro I go with the wind"
"By my divine guidance you will grow strong and tall"
"I have no breath, no life for my survival"
"I will be the breath, the life you so want"
"Will the sun shine on; on me?"
"It love will caress your little beautiful face"
"What says you of the windy storm, rain and seasons?"
"Mine is to defend, yours is to be calm"
"My needs are endless, I did wary you of life"
"I will provide providence when you are in need"
"All you have given, what needs you from me?"
"That you shine, and be a hope of life to another"

Trouble has found my home
It wouldn't missed the chance
Of not coming,
Tell me if there's an escape plan

And unto the new life thou promised
On it I pray thou hold thy grip
And unto thy ***** hold thee tight
Grasses here are greener than thou think