For AJ Uyo
Be still though thy tears
Tries to flood thee away
Kneel in the clay, pray away thine cares
Knead thy troubles into a lay.
Say to thyself before a looking glass
“I shall trust the winds with my darned mast”
If thou weepest in sorrow to part
Know thee thine eyes only fed of the fire in thy heart.
Thou art lovesome
Be not moved
if thou art looked upon
as a worm.
– Martins Deep
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