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Father, Waken
Father, wake
Look at the days, time for a change
Father, wake
Scary scenario, time for a change
Father, wake
Open your eyes, from their secret place
My hands, they shake,
Like everybody, we pray
Black night Sunday, there’s no room for change
Father, wake
I watch everybody, the wolves are at play
There’s no room for mistake but he’s tasted their water
Father, wake
Look at the days, time for a change
Father, wake
Scary scenario, time for a change
Father, wake
Open your eyes, from their secret place
My hands shake, shake, shake hard
The hounds are at the door
Father, wake, wake
Witness the falling days
He’s creeping crawling in our wake
He’s tasted there water
Father wake wake
Please I pray to thee
poem
by
Daniel Richards
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