The bright site,
The morning star,
Its Light.
Sun seeing moments,
Am glad today,
Of marks yester made,
Aye, wounds tattooed,
As my every part being,
With every blood flow,
I am glad, of death,
For now,
It hasnt tasted me.
Of worries vast,
And troubles be.
Am glad I have a site,
Life is all I embrace...
Be glad wrongs,
Failures and hurts,
Made you be.