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Lord I'm poor pilgrim of sorrow down on this world I'm alone I have no hope for tomorrow and I have no place that I can go sometimes, sometimes I'm so lonely sometimes I don't know what to do I look around to friends for consolation and I find that they have troubles too and I got sister and brothers they don't like me because I'm away from sin and I got good friends my best friends turn against me because I'm trying so hard to win O Lord, O Lord come on Jesus, O Lord sometimes I'm tossed and driven till I decided that I was wrong that's when I heard of a city called Glory and I try to make that city my home From Letras Mania