A Lament

...Can you stop my tears? Can you take away my fears?... Everyday I cry Everyday I try To make a sense of it all And see the height above the wall, Yet I see nothing there So I resume my crying here!... Life is so unjust To me it has given dust To others it gave gold So much that I need not to be told. Am I suffering for a crime Which my fathers had done before time? Or is it my little sins That is giving me these in milk tins?... Help is the greatest of my needs Cos every second my heart bleeds From the agony of my situations Which has been for generations!... So out of my teary eyes Bringing out streams of waters cold as ice! I look up to heaven Which they say numbers seven And cry aloud As much as my croaky voice allowed... ...Can you stop my tears? Can you take away my fears?...