When pain strikes you
In deep sleep,
Wish I before knew,
It makes you weep.
The cramps creep deeper,
You cry out to The Maker,
But lo! He is busy,
Here i feel dizzy.
A fear encompasses me,
It is expected, you see,
My eyes want sleep,
I wait for the warning beep.
How long should I endure thus,
have never easily shed tears ;
God, beckon me to you,
but do not give me cramps anew.
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