Poor Souls
My Lord cover my soul
Lately evil have invaded my space
I try very hard to look the other way.
Yet it is like a black cloud hovering over me
Where to turn it makes it difficult
People have no respect for others
More less for themselves
They want to be treaded with dignity
Yet, they don't even know its meaning
They complaint of the un-complaint and
Hope to be heard for something so silly.
Yet, they never realize thaty they,
Are in need of help
A cry is heard
But help is turn down
Yearning satisfaction for their soul,
Grieving for sympathy from others
And losing their sould into noting
Poor Soul.
Lately evil have invaded my space
I try very hard to look the other way.
Yet it is like a black cloud hovering over me
Where to turn it makes it difficult
People have no respect for others
More less for themselves
They want to be treaded with dignity
Yet, they don't even know its meaning
They complaint of the un-complaint and
Hope to be heard for something so silly.
Yet, they never realize thaty they,
Are in need of help
A cry is heard
But help is turn down
Yearning satisfaction for their soul,
Grieving for sympathy from others
And losing their sould into noting
Poor Soul.
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