Oh, tears come and hardly go...
As if heavily pushed by winds blow.
Like a fountain quenching those thirsty
Who need it whenever weary
They' re flowing for solace
At a time of a different bliss.
Oh, Supreme, be the Guardian
And Protector of our esteem!
It's unknown our fate
But we'll always thank You
And we'll believe
You are blessing us
Till Heaven's gate!
Dec.4,2011
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