Never Fallen Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

My defender,
I call to you
If you do not answer me,
Do not condemn me!

I call to you
What will you gain from my death?
My going to the grave
Yet your heart is all I crave.

I call to you
O love, will hear me
Like a mountain fortress,
O love, you protected me
... Stress.

I call to you
I come to you, love, for protection;
Save me, I pray!

Never fallen so deep;
This fountain drains me
Your cold shoulder drains me.