Where has the sunshine gone, why must darkness rain? Are hope was once held high now trampled down, are heads lowered, are songs put to rest, are voices cried suffering. We were heard not, for who should hear the affliction of the lowly, they whom are forever lowered down. Are glory days are gone, are times long past, will anyone remember the blight of the afflicted? Who should hear our cries, the ramblings of an old man? Why pass us by, why must we cry with horse voices. Are strength faded are weapons, we once held them high, they are now set down our bodies grow weary, we dare not pick them up. Are time is gone, are light is lost, are afflictions not heard. The breath grows colder, are death draws nearer, whom should toll the bell to bid are spirits fair well, shall we finally be remembered in death? Or remain forever forgotten
