I have homesickness of you
Because I can’t feel your love
Though I observe all your fruits
In all the places I go.
There is plenty wickedness
In those who ignore your low
I’m looking for happiness
Be merciful make me strong.
You, who want all people feel good
And the future can predict
And help us when we are weak.
Now, I beg you please help me out
With the unfair that is mean
Working ways to make me sin.
Put, endurance into my foot
So that I can see your smile
And I can walk by your side.
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