Sweet architect!I hope you are listening to the clamors in my headI hope you see the pain I feel in my chestI hope you see that I really am trying my best
Sweet architect!I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harborI hope you realize that my heart sobsI hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught
Sweet architect!I hope you see my soul is a messI hope you see me try again and fall back on earthI hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help
Sweet architect!I hope you see me wishing I could changeBecome a better person in this ageI hope you see that I have been damaged
Sweet architect!I hope you see the need I needI hope you see as I fall on my kneesThat I need a whole new knead
Sweet architect!I hope you know that I know that you’re the only one who canHelp me with all of earth’s troubling timeAnd let me live the life I deserve
Sweet architect!This is not my cry to you but a pleaLike a poor child to a rich KingI reach out to you for a meal!
Sweet architect!We both know these chains are not mineBut I got them while I was trying to make it in lifePlease help me break loose and survive
Sweet architect!I know that you are all whereAt days when you are neededYou’re always near
Sweet architect!I now plead with you to come; save me and my matesFrom this trouble we have to eat on our dining platesAnd move us from where we are to our original place!
From a friend that cares,
©Emmiasky Ojex
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