Just with one look,
into the space I sank down from my disgrace.
To quote “The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow.”
By means of; “From prophet to believer,
shall I drink my last griever.”
Mother, be my friend and
let me stand by your side.
For I have given all my strength.
To not bide,
to not hide,
to not be tied,