There's something in a simple prayer
That won't wear out when hopes of day
Fade to apocalyptic layers
Of night's ungodly vampire ways
When headless horsemen pound their hoof beats
On pillows soaked with sweat and tears
When threads of sanity are breaking
One little word can budge those fears
A tiny word, a seed, a leaven
Can soothe when grander verses fail
A word your Father up in Heaven
Will honor when all others pale
'Help' is not a word that's heeded
When striving in the marketplace
It's meant for weaker souls and needy
Shunned by the proud as a disgrace
Yet everyone must face their terror
NH matter how high he has climbed
How tightly clung to mammon's fervor
There comes a reckoning, a time
One night the scales will tip their balance
One side is life, the other death
When human aid fades to a shadow
May 'help' be uttered by your breath
There's something in a simple prayer
That won't wear out when hopes of day
Fade in apocalyptic layers
Of night's ungodly vampire ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'A leaven', 'mammon's fervor', a simply beautiful poem.