A Silent Prayer

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A silent word hang on my mouth, as I draw this ghosty breath.

A silent war starts in the horizon, it takes its even breath.

The horizon looks dark, like a cloudy rain.

There is a word dead in my mouth, and together with my hopes.

I look to the sky, a clear word linger in my eyes.

Save me, save we, save it.

There is hope burning in my heart, like thousand coals.

There is a smile lingering in my heart, and a tear that threatens to fall.

There is a good news ringing in my ears, it comes with everything I seek.

Pray for me, listen to my plea, keep away, the evil war.

Save me, save my bread, and let my world live long.

There is a fruit I must eat of, it holds wonder in its hand.

There is a message I must pass on, to the kids that would come on.

There is a fire burning in my heart, it's marks are the rays of the sun, it shall avenge all I lost.

There is a music in my mind, it's tone is a tone of love, for surely good news belongs on my war.

Father, listen, hear my plea, and save me.

Happy Sunday to you all!

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