THE DESTITUTE
Awake, but in slumber
Lying with little hope to live
Neither mother nor father around
Lonely on the pathway of life
Most pleasant memories,
Coming forth upon her mind
Like a wave on the falled leaf of a tree
Was to be hugged and cared for
A journey with a dynamic end
Full of sorrows and anxiety
Full of regret and pessimism
"a change" cried her
When will it arrive?
The change desired all these years
When will be the end?
The end to the peregrination life of tragedy
Surely the end will come
From the brightest source ever known
The divine source of intervention
Provided by the blood of redemption.
Lying with little hope to live
Neither mother nor father around
Lonely on the pathway of life
Most pleasant memories,
Coming forth upon her mind
Like a wave on the falled leaf of a tree
Was to be hugged and cared for
A journey with a dynamic end
Full of sorrows and anxiety
Full of regret and pessimism
"a change" cried her
When will it arrive?
The change desired all these years
When will be the end?
The end to the peregrination life of tragedy
Surely the end will come
From the brightest source ever known
The divine source of intervention
Provided by the blood of redemption.