How dreadful is this fatigue?
That man tire and not reap,
Why should life be this opaque,
That one should tarry but not reap.
The spirit to strive fades to nothing slowly,
As one continues to ponder the weight of life,
So heavy this burden to bear completely,
Upon the small shoulders of a servant of life.
Oh the eye of heaven shines not over this day,
For it's rays are blocked by clouds of hopelessness,
In the den I rest my heart without ray,
Asking when will the ray of hope reshine my bleakness
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