Hopefully Yours

Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens Satan and sins, Thy desire Gave us fear This time last year In nocturnal December Tsunami butted us on to despair Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens Evil and suffer, Thy desire Gave us deluge to expire Again in nocturnal November This grave year An unforgettable misery somber Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens Thou glee shall flee Perishing with us souls eerie Pounce on here to see The unseen destination under an estuary-canopy A seething change herein are we Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens Thrusted by the torrential rain With tyrannic might the quaffed whole main Mounted numbers of fallen lives down slain Unhappy sign Thy Mercy shall stop the chain Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens Sooner rings the New Year Pictures of gone history poor Be it pictures mere Shan't be hung any more Shan't be born any more And Thy Mercy, will commend gaiety? Hopefully Yours...