I am standing ablaze,yet also sobing,
Cause my emotional pain tirelessly loops.
My haert,as that of a beggar too droops.
My soul is only but yearning and hoping.
Groping for the Divine hand to at least scoop me.

I'm a man,but only in the context of the word,
Otherwise my inner strength is waning by the day.
I feel inclined to accommodate the fantasy of being bird.
Who is born with...