Lyrics Absence - Alysari
                                                Run 
                                                to 
                                                and 
                                                fro 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                streets
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                return 
                                                now, 
                                                Israel, 
                                                return 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crying, 
                                                "woe 
                                                is 
                                                me 
                                                now 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                soul 
                                                is 
                                                weary"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seek 
                                                now 
                                                and 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                great 
                                                men 
                                                have 
                                                broken 
                                                their 
                                                yoke
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                people 
                                                love 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                it 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                my 
                                                soul, 
                                                my 
                                                soul, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                pained 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                very 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                pardon 
                                                you 
                                                for 
                                                this?
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                wickedness, 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                bitterness
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                reaches 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                they 
                                                fall 
                                                and 
                                                not 
                                                rise?
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                have 
                                                taught 
                                                their 
                                                tongues 
                                                to 
                                                speak 
                                                lies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                Lord, 
                                                are 
                                                not 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                truth?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                that 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                were 
                                                waters, 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain 
                                                of 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                    I 
                                                might 
                                                weep 
                                                day 
                                                and 
                                                night 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                slain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                that 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                were 
                                                waters, 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain 
                                                of 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                    I 
                                                might 
                                                weep 
                                                day 
                                                and 
                                                night 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                slain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                my 
                                                soul, 
                                                my 
                                                soul, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                pained 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                very 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run 
                                                to 
                                                and 
                                                fro 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                streets
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                return 
                                                now, 
                                                people, 
                                                return 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crying, 
                                                "woe 
                                                is 
                                                me 
                                                now 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                soul 
                                                is 
                                                weary"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crying, 
                                                "woe 
                                                is 
                                                me 
                                                now 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                soul 
                                                is 
                                                weary"
 
                                    
                                
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