Unto Our Lucky Stars

Like the thirsty ground
Lying bare under the heat from the cloud

Longing for the showers of the rain
To relieve it from the pain

So have we come helpless
Filled with weakness
Seeking for your healing touch of calmness

The pain matches the sadness
The dread spirals up our madness

But lord, we look through the window
Heal the world
Shield your own.