My Lord! What can I ask? You gave
me everything
Everything came gift-wrapped,
sparkled and turned to gold
Gold was the color of sky too, few
minutes before the sunset
To watch the sunset I went up to
the hills
Hills were my quest where I believed faith
would find me
Joy I found on earth during the time I served
old and weak
Weak live in depression, pain and
brave it all without complain
How do I complain? I am so
blessed, my lord!
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