Brake not the heart of the broken
My voice was now filled with void
As the misfortunes lighted upon
When my land was arid and dried
I sat on my knees and prayed
Heavy rains fell and eroded my seeds
I fell down and pleaded again in tears
Then, the sun dried and cracked my land
How is it that you're a kind God?
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