Earthly Woes
When your legs are weary,
And your eyelids grow heavy.
Look to the sky to plea
Beg for the angels
To carry your burdens,
But if you want help ask me.
For the heavens above
Worry of storm and fate
But men below of toil
You may pray to the sky
And ask the gods why.
But answers lie in the soil.
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