When anger meets the recesses of the heart
While longing welled meets soul niche
Could not help
I could just curl up like a baby
Weak surrender but expect mercy
I'm tired - trying to survive
Keep patience
Keep expectations
After a conviction, it will be happiness, someday
My Lord,
Will?
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