I watch people running an unknown race,
I see them rise and sink to alter the pace;
Changing with every season,
Knowing not for what damn reason,
Were they chosen to be brought to life;
They just tread the path of treason,
Bringing the Heaven to strife;
Wonder if one I change it all!
Light the world before we fall;
Make a move no matter how small,
And do justice to my birth before His call!
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