The sun lit up the day and moon for the night
The delicacy of my dreams flowed down my cheeks
Living the tragedy that seemed a mystery
Faith on a quotation fueled the hauler of captivity in hope
To this unexplained angst.
Am robbed of the audacity to hold you all nullified,
That I sailed shallow waters yet had a foretaste of a school.
Would my sinewy and I still be tighties,
Only then would I be proven pious.