There are things that burn me now
Which turn Golden tomorrow
I correlate pain to an axe cutting the tree
Pragmatic pain cannot be disclosed.

Pain, my sibling, my relative
Pain aren’t you my friend
Well you are even more, as you live by me every second
We share the bed, the seat even more the heart

They tell me to live it gently and
Live it for a hope and trust
I live by army gathered on the mountains
I live it with faith and thrust

Being strong is not about word
We live strong because of pain
I was pregnant of pain and birthed Gold
Not all black don’t shine

I believe in bless through pain
I never case a spring when its summer
Without grief, there is no joy
I learnt to live with faith

I am glad we parting our ways
I know you have been comfortable but your time is awake
Do not propel to anyone, no one is longing for you
Good byes are never good, but to you I am glad you gone
When the unseen moves lives changes
Hope and faith is birthed
Suffering taught me strength
You taught me forgiveness

You were a mystery that brought gold
Now I see the mystery of thorn
The purpose of bearing you was joy
And able to sing and dream mystery again