There's bleak in eyes that never see
and shadows fall where love is deep
the fallen man comes to his knees
and says a prayer to he who heeds
A solemn warning for the withered
flower and tree for the wildest river
flowing fast it aims to shiver
and breaks away to find the giver
On his knees to bear sun's guilt
around him wrapped the mourning quilt
to wash away the dirt and filth
he calls to arms for blood is spilled
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