Miracles

From the broken strings I compose Lyrics of thy song And from the sullen vales Of thy art do I endure struggle through the doorsteps Of another world of praises And ruin down my history For the tales of a common man. I was neither heavy to poke At the realms of life Nor do I sign to make wonders For wonders are miracles of Divine And Divine is a miracle Himself To confirm the merits of being one. All those doubts shall pass beyond And shall mark a hermit's word Written like fables of a gloomy life And all those objects shall succumb And fall prey to the ultimate reality, From one lonely person shall I rise Like a scary poet of my era In the dark secrets of a troublesome life Only to incarcerate our unborn tale.