My hopes penetrate within thy heart
A drop of love could give me birth
A song could split the pain apart
O sweet O birds, free in the sky
Like dreams of peace, I see you fly
Sing me some joy, before I die.
My wounds are scars of brown and red
The skin so torn by stings of hate
They loved me once when I stood tall
Now frail I am, left to my fate.
O heaven speak, O reason me why
Below your calm, in sorrow I lie
O dear, O love, for you I cry.
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