If I was ever tearful

If I was ever tearful
My eyes remind me of my woe
Now my tears are merely ghouls
As sun beams melt the snow

Molten is my every hurt
My souls evaporated
This soon obliterates my worth
To rain apon the wasted

If I sever of my every fear
I could be praising Jesus
But see me I be this heathen
To even out the jeer

I’ve come to know my birth
Absurd all that I’ve stated
I’ve heard the deaths of sacred turf
In all that they created

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