In this broken place where I was bornnIt seems there is no peace,nAnd the very soil that we walk uponnIs filled with tears that never cease,nAnd you can trace the scars of hopelessnessnLike sweat upon the backsnOf all the outcast downtrodden,nWater slipped through cracksnnHold on,nHold tightnnAnd I am overwhelmednWith grievousness and suffering,nFor those who lack the voice to speaknFor those of us left utteringnnPain does not prevail,nDear Lord,nYour love will never failnnAnd these frail hands,nThey tremble as the pen for us their lastnAnd these weak words,nCan never say what cannot be surpassednnWhen the concrete of the worldnBecomes too cumbersome to lift,nAnd the cataracts of fear and doubtnCloak truth beyond what we can siftnAnd darkness, darkness breeds its way,nWhen crippling anguish clouds our sight,nThe ghosts of dusk can’t bear their teeth,nSet their claws to bring the nightnnHold on,nHold tight nnDarkness can’t perceive nThe light, the likeness nThis has shield from, n And though its wings may shroud the skies,nThe dark shall never overcomennLight of the world,nYour lovenHas never failednnAnd these frail hands,nThey tremble as the pen for us their lastnAnd these weak words,nCan never say what cannot be surpassednnI need your love,nAnd most of all I want to feel your peace,nI need your love,nLet everything that you are not decrease,nn(Your love,nYour mercy,nYour light unending.nYour hope,nYour peace,nYour strength my heart is mending.)nn(Daylight,nSave me)