The ϕne

I have gone through it all

They call me Paul

I have suffered a lot

But bravely have I fought

Wherever I may be

Death shadows me

But I will not yield

I have faith as a shield

I'm burdened with troubles

I'm ridden with injuries

Sickness is frequent as rain

There are no words to describe the pain

I wonder why fate

Has chosen me to hate

I have neither complained

Nor have I exclaimed

I am an optimist

And believe in justice

So, I have accepted

And have not fretted

The darkness may be thick

But I don’t need to burn the wick

I am the one

I am my sun