Thy breathe has slown
weak and heavy
tis weight on thy chest
sorrow in thy sole
with a hint of hope
at the end of thy rope
whether thy fire of fear
burn through thy rope of hope
or thy thickness of trust
hold thy rope sturdy
thy heart will always
hold a lock of love
for thy time being as it tis right now
thy breathe is slown
almost taken away
from thy hurt
and from thy pain
