For the way that the sun lays upon me.

It shows me my incomplete bitterness.

You may ask,”A ray so bright hinders ye?”

Thou hast thrown out all life has given us.

You have come and wrecked me from internus.

Though I have never sought malice for ye.

I have still been cast into bitterness.

Though does not the sun still shine upon me?

The birds still chirp, and the hands speak loudly.

My vexation on what seemed like death fails.

Pain was friendly knowing love slept soundly.

Now my own life is filled with my own grails.

I have no longer run out of grand hope.

From now on these pains will fade into smoke.