I asked god to give me some rest
to allow me a place for a weary head
i hoped he would place it among his lilies
till the morning comes with its unrest
i asked him meekly to prop up my heart
gently, to allow me view his evening sun
and when time comes for me to pass,
i asked him to search for mercy and forgive his son
i pleaded with him when my eyes refused to open
to let this moment pass me by
i held on hard to the beauty that was my valley
and with my dreams, they left me high
i do not cry now, what is there left
no hope, no tears, no will to fight
i take each day with the pain of a wooden heart
For the heavens gave up on their birthright.
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