Crippled

Reymond Pepito


Teach my bones not to stumble
In front of this crowd
Make my self go humble
As humble and serene like a cloud,
Learn oh! my eyes to cry
On the peak of thy hours
My soul may die
In this moment when smoke devours,
Guide my little eyes to see
Those miracles that had came
So, possible that I may glee
Far from distraction, also same
Tears may drops because I did low
But nowlook at my aims - burning like a fire bow.