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[bodytext] => Far away I hear the call of my dear sweet Lord Everything I hear from him, said without a word How I have been chosen, tested I will be Working in such squallor, and insanity Screaming out pure horror, echo's in the dark In this place of evil, dirty, dank and stark Smell of rotting bodies, open sores and wounds Brave men lie there dying in their bed, their tombs Frightened fingers grab me, want to hold my hand Talk to me of loved ones and their lost homeland Comfort for the fearful, wiping fevered brow How can I be hopeful? God will show me how Fear and despiration, cloud, distort the minds Of my lonely soldiers, hope they cease to find I must find the hidden light, guide them ,show them how Gather up my inner strength, time to act is now Lighting up my lantern, glowing in the gloom Beam of hope is warming, lifting fear and doom Helping of the helpless, I will play my part Giving of my life and soul but most of all my heart [comments] => 1 [counter] => 459 [topic] => 57 [informant] => gwenevere [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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