ERNEST CLARY


I Do Pray

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

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