I only wished for a happy life
No more, no less
But it seems that I was given a life of strife
And always with less
Life of struggle, life of gloom
Without happiness, without bloom
With sorrow as a neighbor, with pain as a friend
Agony is with me until my life ends
Heart of a stone
Cold and alone
Weak body, brittle bone
Always living on my own
Heaven pours it bitter rain
And light was stolen
Again and again
I am with pain, I couldn't regain
Wind blew its chilling breeze
And songs played its melancholic tune
To nurture and freshen
The never healing wounds
Without company
That will always be me
O pains, please free me
So I would die free
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