September 24, 2008
When will this frail hour come to die,
Why does your every word seem a lie
The light of your world, to me is so obscure,
The reason why cannot procure
To this darkness I cannot grin
All I can see is sin
Every day is darker, sinking in ever deeply,
As I let it pass, my words said so shy and meekly
Deeper and deeper to black the earth does fade,
With every passing day I hope for a great crusade
But no light comes; the earth is gone,
But my hope soars like a swan
Every day I look for more,
To every one else this is a bore
But I need this peace in my heart,
I just wish the world could restart

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