The Lost Bought

A busy world it seem to be With everyone wanting to be But all chasing after a ghost Predators after this host. Death is all will be A busy world it seem to be When will the peace come to be Pains and hurt is all we see Like storm in this sea Confusion is all will be Now the darkness set to be Blind like the honey bee Lost like the nation Anastasia World becomes plagued with insomnia Frustration is all will be All the nation bow in shame Both the rich do the same Looking for the way To take away the wail for the tears is all the Same Who will deliver from the pain That has made the world so pale Non but who was slained Pieced with a lengthy nail Life and blood of a saint All we need do is to seek the face Of Him that has the grace To restore all the light Brought by the night For light comes from His glance For sin and death he has won Hope has been raised like a horn For all to rule and reign Like the cold after the rain Life will no more be worn