Let me see over the mountain oh so high
Let me drink from the fountain now so dry
Why are those i love in such pain
Have they done something oh so vein?
Like those before us we work and try
When will there be silence to our cry?
I sit here alone in my domain
thoughts of despair listening to the rain
As i grow in my years my cry is dry
Without tears i do sigh
I love all mankind the years passed
Made my heart blind
As we close another day
Help us lord
I do pray
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Lots of pain. Lots of trouble and sighs; the plight of humanity. We all wonder... My dear Ernest, your beautiful, sacred prayer speks for us all. Thank you, and I wish you well. 10+++