A child`s Cry
Could my words
be rooted in your hearts serene,
And wish to host my woes and fears
And sweep off those
And to bring me
some lovely dreams.
Ah! late in the night,
when the whole world gets quiet,
and the distant stars
Take on the darkness
with meek and feeble light.
O lord of the heaven and earth,
Why have I been so fretted since birth.
Could I be secured
From the life obscure?
I am a flower distant to be bloomed
I am a child, save me from doom.
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