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Plea

Heaven, please help me,
For I am on my knees,
With a heart full of sadness,
With a mouth filled with pleas,

Experience has caught me,
And it is holding me down,
It’s stripped me of my pride,
Shattered in two my crown,

Once a lion now a lamb,
Wearing pelts of heavy shame,
With no enemy in sight,
I have myself to blame,

No torch in the distance,
To light my beaten trail,
The salty river of my eyes,
Accompanied by ghostly wails,

So I ask again dear Father,
Love me like before,
I can learn to walk again,
Feel the heat once more.

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