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In this place where I was born
It seems is no peace,
And the very soil that we upon
Is filled with tears that cease,
And you can the scars of hopelessness
sweat upon the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
Water slipped cracks

on,
Hold

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

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your will never fail

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

the concrete of the world
Becomes too to lift,
And the of fear and doubt
Cloak truth what we can sift
And darkness, darkness its way,
When anguish clouds our sight,
The ghosts of dusk have their teeth,
Set their claws to the night

on,
Hold

Darkness cant the light,
though lightlessness has us numb,
And though its may cloud the skies,
The dark shall never

of the world,
Your love, has never

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

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

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

(Daylight,
me)