October 2, 2011 3.22 am
Fill my cup Lord
When this pain comes full circle
Let my faith in ƔǒƲ be my armor Απϑ my shield.
Every time I step out my door Απϑ the world mocks
Please drape my shame ψϊτħ the finest flowing frock
Απϑ even when I am the lost one of the flock
I know I won’t be left out of the stock
To hide forever in the cold barnyard loft.
Please fill my cup Lord
Even when the wicked overturns my wholesome joy
Lord give më a new song as the perfect foil
Απϑ the strength
To cope ψϊτħ that which lies outside my door
The world.
3.47 am
Merci.