FLARE on GOD 73 I am weary y the day’s troublesNone can comfort meI slave to my means and it all seems for naughtAnd yet there is hopeA hope of joy and stronger daysA hope of knowing thou walkest with meMy hope lies with thee and nothing can remove it Others are Reading The Tale of Love & Madness Accident or Sucicide Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Dear God I Saw You Yesterday The Big Picture Vs. Your Picture For the Gypsy Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 3 × eight =