The dilemma comes back.
All night invited me to stay up late.
Told me on two choices.
Between dignity and affection.
I'm vulnerable to God.
This tiredness took me home.
Back self slapped exam.
"Must be strong" Whisper calms my shaken soul.
Lean me dibahumu behind kalimah sweep pained.
For the umpteenth time my heart suffered temptation.
Wounded badly though not bloody.
Screaming pain no longer comes a loud voice.
Silent mute lips locked swallow bitter reality.
I am strong God .... Live the fate to come.
Dibavir terlavas willing painful heart felt.
Lead me Lord .... on the path of your throne to go home.
Until Tentram created a soul of peace of taste.
