Why did I leave the proven path,
what did I hope to find?
My heart, it aches, my tears, they fall -
for the souls that I left behind.
The warnings uttered by Prophets of old
pierce my troubled mind.
My heart, it aches, my tears, they fall -
for the souls that I left behind.
Numbed by the lies of worldly desires,
so subtly those cords did bind.
My heart, it aches, my tears, they fall -
for the souls that I left behind.
The evil one intends to destroy;
as hard red wheat to grind.
My heart, it aches, my tears, they fall -
for the souls that I left behind.
I do not know how to dry my tears,
nor ease my troubled mind.
My heart, it aches, my tears, they fall -
for the souls that I left behind.
Oh my troubled doll. We need to do what we can & rely on the promises of the prophets.
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Love ya