For the weary soul
That needs uplifting;
For the dreary heart
That prays to be merry,
Sing out, sing loud
For he that is in pain
Whose heart is bleeding;
From she that’s hurt,
Wounded and bleeding,
Sing out, sing loud
For they that have not a voice
To sing a song of joy
For they whose lips are heavy
From the blows of life,
Sing out, sing loud
For all whose memories are blurred
And can’t remember the days of bliss;
For they who wish for days gone by,
For the present one stings,
Sing out, sing loud
(c) Chukwudi I.
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