cry of the sun
Under the rays that burn me, I cry for my heat , Under the volcanoes that catch fire, the hot lavas hurt me , May the embers that stick to my tears no longer show me mischief , I suffer alone, My inflamed tears make them flee, I am depressed . Like a burning death, I burn more in this mist , I'm not evil, but my drops are , And I cry day and night in the silence , Fear becomes my companion , Loneliness my friend , And madness makes me want to live . Like any child who is in pain, I cry , Like any newborn, I scream , And these are my cries . :-( CHRISTIANA
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