If tears could fill a bucket
I would have filled 10 buckets
If tears were the reason for being weak, then let me be called a weakling.
If this act was foolish
Then a little folly exists in the brain of intellects.
Did I not sit under Solomon’s feet?
Did the bruises of David not teach me anything?
May be we were turned into Jezebels overnight.
If my soul were my sole, it would have cried for help.
Herrrh, did I give you these keys?
I must be mad and may this madness never appear again.
Hey damsel, revive thy spirit for the fire in you cannot be quenched by a man without balls.
Bounce back into the shades of brightness.