A cross that still Weep
From sorrow so Deep
On lives that he Reap
Forever Asleep
Oh cry if they Will
Of life that they Kill
And Souls that will Spill
Of spines that will Chill
Look up to the Sky
Be strong as you Try
A breath and deep Sigh
Keep your Spirit High
A cross that still Weep
From sorrow so Deep
We stray like lost Sheep
We dream when we Sleep
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