But, O, the dependent life on the desires of others 50 years, in the past Unsure for the future. After having made a commitment to stay loyal as true when that, alone, is the reason to breathe. Dependent, more and more, foolishness to some a passing vapor. The things never gained is not what is But the pain tis. Another Day is yesterday Today still the same. 50 years and 1 keeping hopes of unscrutiny. Exactitudes has made losses of profits Still, it's not what was not gained But the dependency in pain. Is there really someone who I can be dependent, but pained less. Dear GOD, dear Jesus The Only Begotten, surely this is all too familiar to relive Day after each yesterday. Thy pains i feel If left unhindered by scrutinious scrupulous ways. Yet Thou forged through gained Victory now, i am Thy Father's In Thy Name, Jesus. The Christ. Amen
