The Lost Bought
A busy world it seem to be
With everyone wanting to be
But all chasing after a ghost
Predators after this host.
Death is all will be
A busy world it seem to be
When will the peace come to be
Pains and hurt is all we see
Like storm in this sea
Confusion is all will be
Now the darkness set to be
Blind like the honey bee
Lost like the nation Anastasia
World becomes plagued with
insomnia
Frustration is all will be
All the nation bow in shame
Both the rich do the same
Looking for the way
To take away the wail
for the tears is all the Same
Who will deliver from the pain
That has made the world so pale
Non but who was slained
Pieced with a lengthy nail
Life and blood of a saint
All we need do is to seek the face
Of Him that has the grace
To restore all the light
Brought by the night
For light comes from His glance
For sin and death he has won
Hope has been raised like a horn
For all to rule and reign
Like the cold after the rain
Life will no more be worn
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