Painted Soul

The peace I want, is a peace for all. The moment I strive for will never fail to belong to people I never knew. Yes that is my calling, that's why my fight never attracts too many men to be keen. Slowly am lifting my elbows in pain and in brokenness. Now I hope if, they can reach far in clean fate. Because my arms are weak and my lips can only beg in calmness.* What a fast heart rate my eyes stands dim. Asking for favour, please help! somebody help! There you found me, love so pure, you gave me with your big hearty smiles you save me. For who owns gratitude should earn it with humility and in dignity.* For they're hearted Good deeds will forever be in the heart of the Painted Soul.