Disheartened by the wind that blows;
His life is full of tales;
Where the leaf won`t bow,
And the trees grow pale.
Like a wingless bird that cant sing;
He tried to swing
And he went nowhere,
He stood, just there.
He talked to me but I ain`t his God.
Then, he walked up to his God and pleaded
"Dear God, Thou art in the know of mine blatant and sinful heart forsooth;
Prithee! Parfay, begging Thee to remove `tis ruth somewhither the heart won`t sail...
..won`t sail..."
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