For Your Sake
O dear! Your want, I cannot meet,
For a moment, your beside to sit
And hear the trivial whispers;
There’re plenty fears and tears.
Flesh and bone are crying so loud
Loud, louder than the ruthless crowd
I cannot, dear see through miles
Your shadow and your sleepy smiles.
There’re plenty shackles to break open
There’re plenty toiled soul needs mention
O dear! Your wish I cannot meet
For your sake I cannot change my grit.
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