THE WAY LOVE MAKE'S LIFE SO MISERABLE
TODAY I SIT HERE IN PAIN, DROWNING IN SORROW.I WONDER WHAT NOW I CAN HOPE FOR TOMORROW.
IN SUSPENSE I REMAIN UNTIL THINGS TAKE THEIR PLACE.
BUT LIVING LIKE THIS, I WOULD MUCH RATHER BE DEAD.
YET I STILL HAVE HOPE AND STAY DETERMINE TO WIN.
EVEN IN THIS MISERY I AM STILL WILLING TO LIVE.
HOW MUCH OF THIS TORTURE AM I WILLING TO WITHSTAND.
WHEN ALL MY LOVE IS WASHING AWAY IN SAND.
CONSIDERING MY CIRCUMSTANCES I LOVE MY LIFE.
AND EVEN TILL THIS DAY I WOULD MAKE HER MY WIFE.
I JUST HAVE TO WAIT TILL THE TIME IS RIGHT.
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