O woes of great might!
What problem hath I now?
The voices have left me such,
Since I have made my humble bow
I dare not think return of old self,
That man be forsaken and to death pound.
What can be my problem such?
It must be quite new to disturb me this much!
My classes are no trouble,
I even now get better a grade in lunch.
Still what is it so,
That inspires this call of help of time's crunch?
Wait - I know - but why must it be so!
This new thing I hath, its symbol is on finger lo!
It matters dear to me, why be it trouble?
Yet together when I cry out, it is "no help" I mumble…
Be it so true that I do love her,
As her nickname so befitting a blessing it seems.
I be now new, with God's help,
And made a commitment too…
So what be it in this court,
That brings troubles out so a-new?
One thing it is true,
I have such realized.
I need accept her help,
Or all will loss that we decided.
A mask I cannot wear,
One for home and one for school.
It forces both to blend,
And myself I lost in such to.
So how doth this issue
So quickly diffuse?
I relearn to confide in that one -
That one who loves me too!
Further, I say, no more masks,
Let us be true in school too, and in God's blessing bask.
Ah-ha! The problem fades,
Much better do I now feel!
Now be it time to start again,
And live no lies but pure truth!
For it is so written as such,
The only thing counting be faith
- expressing itself through dear love.
If love be the greatest of three,
Then God, to You I pray, have Thee with this help me!