When life has done its part,
And death laid us all in his mart,
When distress splits hearts apart,
And agitation become our friend,
Who brings us solaces or defends?
When the sun scorches our souls,
Burning our bones in fiery flames,
When love decays & leaves us lame,
Leaving our hearts, minds in bruises,
Who fondles & softens our souls?
When the rivers & oceans dry out,
Draining our hands, lips & faces,
When roses die where they sprout,
Bringing drought, creating deserts,
Who saturates & fills barren spaces?
When the moon, stars become blind,
And the dark clouds savage our flesh,
When daylight shuts it month & eyes,
Blinding our eyes & tying our tongues,
Who‘ll emit lights & bring warm rays?
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