He sparks and barks
With fiery look each time I lurk
Without even a hook
I stool on the brook holding my book!
Trading blame like fiery flames
He made me lame without claims
I Wept deep holding a sweep
As I couldn’t sleep without a sweet.
To die out of fright I cried
But cannot live without fight
So I grow in might
Took a flight to be a knight.
Yet in care I am scared
Won’t want to borrow for tomorrow
I grab the arrow to prick the marrow
In Yahweh I hinge my string
So I can swing to the kings