Child’s Cry

Could my words be rooted
in your hearts serene, and
to soothe my soaring screams?
Oh sweep off !
these nightmares, and
bring me dreams some fair.
Ah! late in the night,
when the world gets quiet,
and the distant stars take on
the darkness
with meek and feeble light,
then i pray:
O lord of the heaven and earth,
Why am i so cursed,
will I be secured
from the life obscured?
let this flower be bloomed
and to be saved from
approaching doom.

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