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The weather has closed in, the wind is passing
War has surrounded me, but I'm fighting
The gift manifests itself to comfort us
The soul then groaning, begins to cry out

But the price of the gift is tears, in the anguish of the soul in pain
Your tears ask for help and assistance from your creator

I think nobody understands me, they don't realize my suffering
They don't feel my distress, no one comes to help me
God's gift is beautiful
But the price is crying, going through trials of fire, without ever getting discouraged

But the price of the gift is tears, in the anguish of the soul in pain
Your tears ask for help and assistance from your creator

If you're crying, you don't understand why
Suffering presents itself, the flesh does not want to suffer
Know that your affliction is the price of the gift
But believe me my brother, God will take you out of prison