Thank you sue,
you always helped me alot,
you have always been true,
and against evil you plot.
I have given you my thanks with stealth,
since some time now,
and now i wish to bow,
in reverence to your health.
You are a blessing,
a blessing which leaves me not.
Even when i seemed uninterested,
to meet me is what you saught.
I hope I can be of any use for you,
to make you smile,
or turn the skies blue.
I'm sorry, nonetheless,
I am not in conditions for much,
even when my heart you touch
my body, in these moments, seems soulless.
I am in the worse of storms, yes,
but when the storm is over,
as the drunk men get sober,
I will be no longer a mess.
When that time comes,
I wish not to be your patient,
but to be your equal when the wind hums,
and feel as a rejuvicinated ancient.
Perhaps then we can speak well,
of these horrid times as a simple tail,
no matter how many times we had to wail,
peace and harmony will come, i can tell.
Miracles do not happen alone,
and I am seeing how to make them happen,
perhaps I have sins to atone,
or I must let the storm pass in my cabin.
I will yell still,
and I will find peace when
my freedom is fulfilled.
Until then, farewell,
and stop speaking of ranks.
We are both equal and you know well,
reason why I give you my thanks.