I Can Clearly See!
The darkness of the dead bastards,
Wrought on a parentless girl,
Virgin rascals sought
By the grace of God,
You are still a virgin,
The sin done
When very young,
Was no sin?
Lest you take it to heart
I wish you don't,

You are a woman of substance,
Many would want
As the winters of sorrow pass away,
Some one,
Lover real one
May come your way

Love and lust are twins anyway,
Some lust many from love stay away,
But don’t stray,
You are far away,
A long ago instance
You must submerge,
Behind the gravest of darkness
I do solemnly urge

Turn into positivity you must,
This world does have rascals undoubtedly
But all don't lust mistakenly,
There are still men of substance
Help yourself with some real one.