A Prayer From The Roof

A Prayer From The Roof

The air is very thin and cold,
it's extremely hard to breathe.
I'm praying in a blinding storm,
kneeling down on bended knees.

We really are a sorrowful lot
and I fear we all will freeze.
The howling winds are blowing in
at minus thirty six degrees.

So three of us are dead tonight.
God almighty save us please!
Give me strength to carry on
for in you, I do believe.

From the roof of the world to you
and across the gentle seas
Lord hear this humble prayer,
let us reach the valley trees.

The Himalayas beckoned us,
whispers in a cool spring breeze.
Guide us safely back to base camp,
hear me pray from bended knees.

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