Sent By the Wind
Mine eyes are sore from it many cries,
As my pain drowns me in hardship's trials,
Beaten by the wind,I go in search for shelter,
For there is no one to call brother,
My heart shouts with the pain of a wounded wolf,
For I am afflicted with stains of my fall,
Sorrowful songs do I sing,
As in the open,my melodies fly with the wind,
Waiting for its reply, i linger on,
As it whistles my needs through the palm leaves,
Singing to the world of my needs,
As I go cup in hand for a meal,
Offer your help ,oh! stranger,
For you are sent by the wind of my maker,
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