Ten thousand mouth
Stand laughing at your grace
Hundreds of fingers
Poke calling you disgrace
Enface with the mark of fear to join the race
Placing you on a mile space from the embrace of your ace
Soaked with thoughts running through
Looked like the river is dying of thirst
As the legs of believe pace on leave
Lace in the lonely cell of your palace
Dancing to the songs of contemplations
Replace by trace of quitting for days
Solace in weakness
Her cry is heard loud for rephrase
Resounding like heartbeat
Give her your ears
Bear all the dares
Still many harden their heart not to hear
Leaving her like a wounded deer
Oh dearly was the path she choose for all
More still drinking at the bank of shadow
Widows of purposes proposed
In her hurt she build a hut
Shut against all fault
A halt for all bout
For her own to carry alot of clout
As she unveil the garment of wealth and riches
Reaching the itching of outpushing and distinguishing
Her rewards are only for those who answered her call.