Soul Search

Looking up with leaden eyes
To the One above the skies…
Seeking comfort from the lies
And the never ending cries.

So these lost souls search in vain
Upon the arrid terrain…
Deprived of the healing rain
They become immune to pain.

There to Paradise they go
For in their hearts…they all know
There’s no one that can bestow
Relief to the…very low.

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