I Ask For Your Assistance
I ask for your assistance
for life has played me a hand of air
I hope I find the courage to carry on
struggling to keep his nose above treacherous waters
He who created me, supporting four
He grows old,
He grows weary,
He grows to see blurred what he once has seen clearly
O father, callused and torn,
lay your heavy head
might the world see you torn
Might the World help me become Born
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