Pray for grace
Some dream of living in mansions,
But have never found peaceful rest in a shelter.
Some misuse their intellect,
Not blessed with the guidance of an elder.
Some say they are natural-born murderers,
Lost a mother while she gave birth.
They carry the guilt of being the cause;
Unfairness, a permanent trait of this earth.
Everyone prays for the light.
Some will forever carry a candlestick,
Some a torch, some a light bulb.
Others might die before carrying the light.
It's survival of the fittest in this human race.
How could you dare not pray for grace.
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