Sound my angelic yelp to the roof of the world
Let my pains reach the doors of heaven
Give wings to the cries of a martyr
Let the words of my lips fly to your ears
Heed my humble cry and my gentle plea
Let the courier of prayers convey my supplications
I plead in the corner of my loneliness
For my heart desires to flourish
And my lost soul be found once again
So I cry out for help
Let help come from the edges of the world
So I bend my knees
Let answers come from motherearth's core
I plead an angel's presence
To help bring an end to my suffering
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