To the beautiful rays of hope

Give me your tired and huddled part and I shall soothe

Shed some tears and care to nurture my youth 

I have been forlorn for a while

I have been sans a smile

The morning dew fails to delight me

The springdales have dried in me

I am so tired and suppressed

And my thirst can not be quenched

My plight beckons sympathy and rue

Mirrors the ugliness in you

I am the loved and the clan

I am the father of man

Family berefts and even my dog deserts

The soul feels so feeble yet asserts 

I am your radiance from the sky

I am one of the angels which fly

I deserve the bread you've thrown

I need the sensitivities known

Touch me and I will follow

Guide me and leave the hollow

I promise to be the one

I am also the God's son