A Season without Remorse

I witnessed as you carelessly cracked lips

Making the gardens wither

Dust penetrating into every nook and corner

Flowers turning pale, fertile soil getting hard

Moonlight Guest

Just by the late hour of the night

I see a shadow by me so bright

He sticks around me like glue

Moves to and fro just as I do

He shoots and grows taller like a rubber-tree

Or shorter, the height no man could be

Songs of the Righteous Man

I was born in hardship

But thanks to God for seeing me through

I was never born great

But achieved greatness full of weight