Young Souls - 3rd Place
With a bundle of hay in my two hands
I stood straight, aimed my gaze at a distance
To the amber fields and what goes further
Wishing that fate would pull me out harder
Beyond the amber fields are skies of gray
But my hope swelled as I silently pray
That the heavens above would pour its grace
To little children who toil in all ways
May the rain of mercy pour upon them
Who till the land as the source of their gem
I pray that the heavens will understand
That young souls like us need a helping hand
3rd place
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