I am weak
roughly pressed
What is there to seek
When there is nothing left to impress

I love,
Never returned

I remember,
the memories burned

I crawl,
Shunned away

I plead,
Left astray

The houses on hills
The sun reflects
What I would kill
For strife to take effect

Give me strength,
For I am weak

Give me strength,
For I am weak





Please do not push me down,
I am weak.