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In broken place where I was born
It there is no peace,
And the very that we walk upon
Is filled with that never cease,
And you can the scars of hopelessness
Like upon the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
Water slipped through

on,
Hold

And I am with grief,
to see suffering,
For who lack the voice to speak
For those of us left

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your love will fail

And frail hands,
tremble as they pen perhaps their last
And these words,
Can never say cannot be surpassed

When the of the world
Becomes too to lift,
And the cataracts of fear and
Cloak beyond what we can sift
And darkness, bleeds its way,
When crippling anguish our sight,
The ghosts of dusk have their teeth,
Set claws to bring the night

on,
Hold

Darkness cant the light,
though lightlessness has us numb,
And though its wings may the skies,
The dark shall overcome

of the world,
Your love, has failed

And these hands,
They as they pen perhaps their last
And these words,
Can never say what cannot be

I your love,
And most of all I want to feel peace,
I need love,
Let everything you are not decrease,

(Your love,
mercy,
Your unending.
hope,
peace,
Your strength my is mending.)

(Daylight,
me)