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THE CURE

Can you please grant me sanction from my pain?. I don’t want to go on living in this way. Always hurting no rest to be found.

Always feel like I’m dragging on the ground.

I sit here thinking every single day, when will I feel like I used to again. Never fails I’m feeling bad whether snow or rain. Won’t you please help me, help me find a cure. I don’t want to go on feeling like this no more.

Tired and beat down like a dog on the floor. All my joints and muscles feeling really sore. If the bell was to ring, don’t know if I could make it to the door, so just leave a message if you didn’t leave one before.

Go to church on Sunday praying to my Lord, won’t you please help me, help me find a cure. I don’t know if I can make it , at least not very sure.

Standing for nine hours five days a week. By the time the sun goes down I’m feeling mighty weak. Open up your med book please take a peek. Don’t know how much longer I can take it on the cheeck.

Can you grant me sanction, sanction from my pain. Every day it’s eating, eating at my brain. Can you please help me help me find a cure? Don’t know if I can take it, take it anymore.