Karma

Jahoviah, hear me when I cry The spirit is weak And I don't want to die My heart is broken I can tell When there is nothing to live for But this living hell Many have lost Their spirit to give In these dreadful times When we exist and cannot live We are but mortal of a time To be dispersed with the elements To be refined As they stumble in their hurtful manner May you be my shield, to cast them asunder We are of the earth In which we dwell But goodness and kindness Has visited death's knell There is no hope for the humble There is no justice for the poor But we are blessed with a power When Karma knocks on the door.