Chronicles in Gambu Script

I stood forasaken as the winter took flight
With my hopes being my only warmth, consuming my entirety
Whilst drowning my joy and diluting my sight,
Exposing my verdancy
Compounded by my infancy.

Life beyond these walls shall expose me to nothing
From mortal hearts more privileaged than mine,
Mine lagooned by my purity, paying homage to all my something,
Repeated like a rhyme
And growing with time.

By candid rule plucked my hearts redemption by you
With faint drops on bottle lips but surely felt by your decree
And heard me pant despite the wandering jew.
In memory your vestige I see
In loving I cry with glee.

The winters wrath tells a seasonal pain
My hopes would be restored if they bore it's prophecy.
Like the naked tree unmasks what season, I'll lye hear striped and tame
And I'll wait for thee
So my heart to a comfort be.