No grace does shine upon me
No one does hear my plea
As the darkness does surround me
There still no one I see
And I’m left wait the morrow
As my hope is fading fast
And I watch the sun arising
Only to wonder is it my last
And though I go on living
Even against my will
No blessings flow down from heaven
And I’m unforgiven still
as always,
wordsy.
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