Hear Me Lord
Oh hearken to me lord!
I grow tired and weary
I can carry my battles no more
I am no holy man
No saint that I can bear this with fortitude
I seek no fortune from you
Nor does the love of this world tempt me
I long for how things used to be
My knees grazed by my lost supplications
I weep only for my wasted days
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