Daniella

Make offers to sweet Diety, no need for grace, or greet my swollen feet, strained in my moans, i wonder about this place, heart beating against bone, bus is a churning pity, blown here by the rain, don't listen to my weeping, alone in this grotto, i wonder what to say, or how to atone, for all my testimony, given this day, what price is offertory, when his jokes kill me, the useless games, part of my inventory, i don't plan to deceive, wrap ribbons around a cage, but wish to receive, sunshine on my face. .