I Have A God, Yet Somehow Poem by Noen Muti
I Have A God, Yet Somehow
I have a God, yet somehow
I always worry about tomorrow
Constantly anxious at the thought of it
Oppressed throughout the day
As if trapped in a mortal prison
I can't even laugh
Speak but little
I fear that if I say I am too happy,
Misfortune will come my way
I always wish that tomorrow start without me
So I would no longer cry through the night
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