Whispers of the lonely night
Set my mind to wander afar
So I hope for things to get bright
But the world’s wickedness made my dream so far
My heart cries out softly
O come, mother earth, comfort your child so gently
For I need a hand to hold
So that I can tackle the future as it unfold
I cherished love to be loved
I cherished faithfulness to be faithful
I cherish hope so I now I am hopeful
As my cry is for the need for me to thrive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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