⟢ 𝓞 𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭, 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝔀 ⟢

Through all my fragile life, unending guilt
No words, no deeds will free me now
Despite my care my flowers wilt

My nature betrays me, a dreadful tilt
I suffer for betterment, all for thou
Through all my fragile life, unending guilt

A chasm of sin, how i've been built
A being of trespass, not a thing to endow
Despite my care my flowers wilt

Nothing enough, though vast tears spilt
My being a crime, no need for how
Through all my fragile life, unending guilt

My cheeks are dry, my vigour gilt
My being of flaw, I can only allow
Despite my care my flowers wilt

A dagger of liberty, I grab its hilt
A being of flaw, and goodness, my vow
Through all my fragile life, unending guilt
Despite my care my flowers wilt