Sometimes I scream late at night in my head In vain to release the frustrations And I find no solace in the knowledge and lore That is at the heart of my coping with life
And though I try to be not a sinner I am yet a slave to temptation
Sometimes I cry when I look at the world And watch it rushing hastily by Without but a glance at my wretched self Unconcerned with anguish and pain
A speck in the void, a fleeting cloud on the wind I can`t preserve even a second of love But is it too late, Lord, help me not to hate And to show the world that true sincerity lives
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