Oh Lord, don’t ever let the river of her eyes get darkened by the evil she already passed.
I’m a sinner, and one of the worst, but hear my pitiful voice, as I swear I’d do anything I can feel to clean her soul and wash her eyes from the sufferings she went through.
All that rage contained in a small size of beautifulness needs to wander to other lands – closer ones. She’ll never ask anyone help as she’s as tough as the steel, but pliable as a soft leaf.
Lord, don’t let the Rain stop.