SOUL OF SUFFERING
My heart
My heart you're the one who pierce me with thorns,
Since I am tied to your beloved's fire,
How many times I've been bleeding but you don't bother,
How many times I've been left with a wound.
Once,I thought you were my greatest gift,
But in reality you are the greatest punishment in my life,
Why don't you feel my misery
When will my life cease to roam,
Grant me serenity,I beg of thee
By Mahumani Rotondwa








