Like church , I sing all the hymns , But my soul refuses to dance ; As it receives no comfort . I sing with a pale face Configured by a broken heart . But when will my heart be gladdened ? When will I sing and dance For signs and wonders For powers of deliverance to come upon me Freeing me from my imprisonments ?
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A Lost Mark of Heroism ( Spoken by the Widow )
You have failed me For not acting like a true hero . You have disappointed me For remaining silence like a deaf and dump lion Does this mean , you ’ re not seeing all my afflictions ?
You don ’ t know that I ' ve been cast away From the land and here in the Island