Cowered, I live unto thee br Prostrate in submission to the Almighty br Time is transient as they walk in envy br For all these I say, is fitted to a “T” br To create a stir, a place within me br Oh, how foolish the world is br With its fumble and tumble br As one hurdles temper amidst the trouble br But what is beauty to a scar br That live in testament of this transient time br Echoing and calling to remember br This hungry lips to shiver br We did it…...