MARTHA’S LOVE TALE

How you slipped away when we held you close Is still a shock to us. You shunned our calls, ignored our talks Lied to mum And changed your ways like a chameleon.

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MY MARTYR SONG

What is this mountain so large in my sight? At the sight of you I have no strength to climb. Confused and in despair I stand and stare. Out of my feeble lips come: "Lord help me".