The soul's tricked to take many hidden personas
That crave for thirst, to sip little drops of water
That seek for clarity, to claim self sufficience
Grow on it, with the divine guide in self-mastery
With a little bit of restrain using scent of clamity
You will concur gorgeousness and be formidable
If you don't want to grow on your own, don't worry
It's not that it's the only way or got to decide now
The Friend, who care and your existence matters
Will fill your life with restrains, clamity & burdens
As a remedy, as endless joy and never leaves you
Until you reach the epoch, humbled at a standstill
And can at last say like that of a Martyr's prayer
Lord, I trust you in what's best for me, so take me
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