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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wailing like the sails of a trouble boat Upon the sea amidst a storm, like clouds Silent screams, like the stirred souls we can’t hear But heaven is my hope Unsure of T’where, like wood that is afloat Not it would steer, the current takes about So many concealed canvases I fear But heaven gives me hope Where would this tune that plays so loud, this note This one that makes us dance like we were touts I know not where it leads. To life or death? But heaven is my hope What would the penny that you save to gloat Bring you, while your neighbour’s lack avows With my eyes I watch. I can’t cease your breath But heaven gives me hope My hands can’t help! Eyes watch our values die It’s heart had held a blade, and for so long Poor kids that to earth come, your timing’s wrong Let heaven be your hope Plagued with impatience, greed that make gods cry Strength filled arms folded oft, and hurtful tongues We wrongly pride ourselves on what we’ve got So heaven kept it’s hope Our fathers had been humanly! We’re vile! Our mothers helped all things like they were one I hope that these saintly pasts would return O heaven hear me hope Man’s heart had loved and true, in pasts it had It never told a lie nor nursed illness Alas, now lastly filled with wickedness O heaven, where’s our hope?
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