Dear Lord if these broken wings don’t prevail, Through the darkest flames and the pounding hail Let me be Your angel,

give me wings of gold Let me save this world of never-ending cold So I can shake the hands of all my enemies

And with these hands shape a new world of peace Let me shine in the wicked night so dark To watch over the weeping orphan’s heart

Let me still the mind’s of innocent condemned So I can assure them their suffering will soon end

Let me bring back Tupac and Christopher Wallace

And those we have lost in vain, please promise To guide all those we have loved and have lost To ease in our hearts this bitter biting frost

Let me heal the wounds of the broken nations

Dear Lord, let me find salvation.

By Varun Anand

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