I woke up from bed with a start
Carrying a burden upon my heart
I saw this world like a scribble in a pencil art
I felt so much pain
To realise that I'm awake again

Waking up in this cruel world
Seeing how so much pain unfurled
I keep weeping for the lost souls
To those whom the gospel is still untold

While the day unfolds
My worry increases for the youngsters out there searching for gold.
Hustling hard with all their might
Every day and night
Just to make ends meet
To put upon their table some tender meat

My heart weeps as I cry out
Oh Lord Please!
I hope you'll hear my plea
Cos deep down, my heart bleeds

Help me go down on my knees
And when you pray remember..
The lost souls
The countries once beautiful, now turned black as coal
The young hustlers out there in search of gold

And when you pray,
Pray for those who haven't yet experienced love
Those who lack even a quarter of what you have

When you pray... intercede
For those whose lives are rough
Those going through times that are tough

When you pray
Remember today
That everything will be okay
And as you pray,
For you, someone else is doing same

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