Faith

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Oh, my dear Lord, above,
Hope You don't mind that I write to You.
Such a predicament to reside in life's school!
We have a tragedy,how our youth are deprived.
And economically, how their future's designed.

Oh, my dear Lord, above,
Can You give us an answer here?
Our Love's been sent to war more than two or three times.
So many underground, and as many are sick with greed.
But it's a clean disease, don't mind passing it 'round.

Oh, my dear Lord, above,
Can't we make an amendment here?
Youth holds our future in the palm of their hands.
You may ask who am I and what gives me the right to plead,
But my dear Lord above,
Love's in need of Love's need.

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