Charbel, pick up your rosary and pray.
For we have nought to celebrate today
As prices soar but wages stay the same
And those in charge still play their dirty game
We turn to you to intercede for us.
We have been let down by the frequent fuss
And hope that man on earth will make a change.
But now our country seems a place so strange
Fires of faith seem dimmed with weariness
And worry- there is little happiness.
The bird from its ashes ceases to soar
Rising inflation makes Lebanon sore.
Charbel, pick up your rosary and pray.
For Lebanon we pray with you today.
That faith and hope and will shall never die
And all believe the phoenix still will fly.
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