How many poems must I write,
To show my soul, to share its light?
How many lines must rise and fall,
Before my voice is heard at all?
Hear my heart, O Lord above,
Lift my sorrow, fill with love.
Take my tears, my silent plea,
Turn them into melody.
Must I cry them loud, must I sing,
So someone hears the words I bring?
When will the sadness fade away,
And hope arise in brighter day?
Hear my heart, O Lord above,
Lift my sorrow, fill with love.
Take my tears, my silent plea,
Turn them into melody.
When will my heart, so tired, so true,
Find peace again, be born anew?
When will the grief be swept aside,
And joy return, a gentle tide?
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