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In this 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 trace the scars of
Like sweat the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
Water through cracks

on,
Hold

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

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your love will never

And these hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps last
And these words,
Can say what cannot be surpassed

When the concrete of the
too cumbersome to lift,
And the of fear and doubt
Cloak truth beyond we can sift
And darkness, bleeds its way,
When crippling anguish our sight,
The ghosts of have bared their teeth,
Set claws to bring the night

on,
Hold

cant perceive the light,
though lightlessness has us numb,
And its wings may cloud the skies,
The dark never overcome

of the world,
Your love, has never

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

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

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

(Daylight,
me)