Tears hate running down the face
my Lord, I think you can take this:
postpone the time and stop this race
it's all just world too heavy for us
restore the heaven on this land
uncover love hidden by sand
thoughts blinded are by eyes that see
never endless patience of your sea.
Like something pure make us Lord
so we don't have to break our word
and promise we can get and give
so in the peace once we can live.
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