To whom I shall go
When I need help and care
To whom I will pray
My pain with no one I can share
I die a little bit
Every day and I don't feel free
To whom I shall approach
When the world works against me
It is better to bear
The load and live with the pain
And wait for the day
When after heat there will be rain
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