When the dark days of sorrow come,
and the clouds of doom grow gray,
all humans must brave them,
the very best they may.
The bravest is he,
when the dark shadows fall,
sees in the gloom of the darkest hall,
the true light of faith,
still brightly shining.
In those dark, lonely days,
when his heart shall really ache,
and he feels that soon
his courage shall surely break,
there is only one place to go
for the steely strength he needs.
He must bind with God given faith,
his every wound that bleeds,
clinging tighter to his faith
through all his sorrows.
A truely pitiful creature
he is sure to be,
if he hasn’t strength
or faith enough to see,
the true light of God given faith
still shining strong.
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