Stain

For hands are mine so tough

I pledge my life through rough,

Wishing for nothing but a love

Stains all over my every little dove.

Those songs of stars that night

I was drunk yet sang so tight,

No worries as I swear of fate

My family my life; that's all I care till date.

I do fish my luck before the rain

Solo and hollow inside but I train,

I know all my weaklings around

But I damn to be a failure bound.

Socks are mine so smelly

But they as old as my family.

I may hold all sanity for them all

So I Let the world slay my hall.

Some are those days

I suppose how it plays

My whole of the world I care,

How God himself could bless us to suffer.

Crashes for all I can feel

No more demands as I have nil;

For the Soul that left in me burning,

We shall fight the wrath, so please keep staining.