She's all grown up
Yet, she trembles
As she crumbles as a war,torn tower,but, your parry is so skillful so fearless
Desperately, tried to disassemble the coming
Of your kingly, presence
I can only wonder, how in God's name
Can heaven shower on me now?
For, I'm broken down
Like a sun through clouds
This might just be another forecast of violent weather.
I cannot tell, like before...I used to be clever.