My Cross To Bear
I have my cross to bear
I have a long way to walk
I beg, do not press your cross on me
Do not break my back.
My hand and back are bleeding,
My clothes dirty and torn.
The crows watches me passing
they tease as I suffer your scorn.
Don’t shun me away
Do not make me despair
me too, like you.
I’ve got my cross to bear
Copyright © Jemilla Hibonne | Year Posted 2015
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