His spacious heart is brimmed with unspeakable grief now. It can be soothed where in this land of felony? The desolated gardens of his emotions wear a blazed and a parched look. What they can appeal other than the showers of your compassion? The shadows of despondency run in tandem to his unpropitious walk. It can be sliced by what other than your luminous company? You are the only obstinacy of his naivety, he baffles death on your hope, your arrival can set free his baked soul.