Ye caught me always, again and again
Feeble I am before thee
Hope you showers before me, still no gain
Thou controls my moves and me
Thou stink'eths me with your deception
Countless I am the villain of your victory

I'd lose the count times you led me astray
Multiple occasions I was distracted to achieve thee
Being your slave I received no pay
Further I go begging my captor to leave me not
What's wrong with me? Uneasy to rest in my Hut!
Can't I rest without think-in how to strong you?

No! Ye can hold me not really more'r
I'm now ready to cease be-ing your prisoner
Can You survive without a royal inmate?Yes-No-maybe
Sad I served a selfish unsatisfied master
The chains I'm prepared to break
And a new way I'm about to trek!

Great poem for elites.

mulan21:
Great poem for elites.

Thanks mulan