The
soul finds
no rest in
ennui. Peace is
elusive. Our own
yokes painfully heavy,
desperation cries are heard.
Becoming angels of mercy
strife is shared. Our weary souls lifted
by helping carry burdens of others.
The
soul finds
no rest in
ennui. Peace is
elusive. Our own
yokes painfully heavy,
desperation cries are heard.
Becoming angels of mercy
strife is shared. Our weary souls lifted
by helping carry burdens of others.