STAIN...
stained with pain I did not bargain
My heart is strained my hands are tied
And my smile well forgotten
I have lost the charisma of my smile
The beauty of my happiness
I can't help but ask why pain
Drowning in an amazing confusion I ask again
What fault had I
I have lost my sleep and regret my dreams
Already been sad I have this to add
A tear so honest
Creating a flawless sea
I cried a thousand fold to console my stars
Tears I have as cold as fire
But in my fate are screaming stars
Spare me this pain
I ask again
Oh skies above what is my cure
Is it the patience of the moon
Or the calmness of the sun
Is it the purity of roses
Or the love of doves
What is my cure
Pleasure of my sadness is immeasurable
All I wish, a crown of happiness
Is that too much to ask...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
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