AYOTEAHEN.
I have sat beneath,
Your
feet and wept.
For
the lonely, for sorrow,
And
for the myriad of dying.
I
came here to ask,
That
you watch over still,
All
that will listen,
To
peace and a new way.
Help
us please,
To
not fear more pain,
Not
to cause more pain,
Wash
our tears in the rain,
Make
our hearts whole again.
At
the door you stand,
Proud
as our guardian here,
Not
withering or cowaring,
Always
drawing us near,
That
we could go on to hear,
A
day filled with only cheer.
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