Over me
By George Chow •
Youth's cry, Your hand overs me.
Tame me to fire up, or naked truth, or hate, or death.
How the way I learn to be certain truth in the life of bear.
Over me, of your beloved creation.
Suffer, pain, hurts, sins, You say eternity.
But i believe it seems short for Your big love's longing.
And you over me without my knowing.
Until the dreams I know only the good one are certain.
And the dark mares are about when you over me of my sins.