B"H

Oct. 21st, 22nd of Tishrei

We cry out in distress
When we are in pain
We pray and beg
The Name answers and saves

When things are good, we forget
We've seen with our own eyes
Still find it easy, to deny
Until walls, our backs are up against

We pray, The Name saves again
On the seventh we are to rest
Yet I transgressed
Grant me strength
To pass my tests
For I don't wish to sin
And I confess
I'm only human, but that's no excuse

Let me find joy
On an extra day to celebrate
With your holy Torah scrolls
And dance
Eat inside your tent
My seventh tainted
Thank you
for the eighth

I hope you can forgive
And the rains wash away
My sins
That make no sense
When I am under
Your protection
And your
Providence