Storm clouds threaten, sky is dark
fear is all around
the child alone, the void is stark
protection must be found.
Thunder bursts the churning clouds
fire lights the sky
and all alone, far from the crowds
afraid that we must die.
What will life do, to one conceived in sin
can hope survive and shelter bring
or will sorrow overflow the brim
and alter tunes that we would sing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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