Please.
It's a word that comes from those on their knees,
The only cry left as thought and strength flee,
please.
No battle cry, no horn loud and strong,
no beautiful prayer, hymn, lyric, or song,
please.
No self-dependence, no merit, no; nothing
But the cry of a heart begging and broken,
please.
Ask and it's given; seek, child, find,
though hopeless and pleading, helpless, and blind,
The cry of my child all heaven does mind.
