A Plea of Youth

Bless us mother, bless us father,

Whispers son, and then daughter,

Eyes downcast, afraid to meet,

Tempests raging beyond their reach,

Bless us as we journey forth,

Offer solace, spare retort,

Gift us succor from thine bosom,

Save us from yourn own remorse,

Free us from thine chains thus given,

Agree to what grace has forgiven,

Let us journey out from your cowl,

Spare us anger in your bowel,

We offer this in prostrate plea,

We beg you thus on bended knee,

Gift the freedom that we yearn,

Gift horizons justly earned,

Gramercy for all you have done,

Now allow lives we justly won

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