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

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

I don't think anyone understands me, they don't understand my suffering
They don't feel my distress, no one comes to help me
God's gift is beautiful
But the price is to cry, to go through trials of fire, without ever becoming discouraged

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