My journey up hill I go up the hill
Here Iam here I come the son of man
Slow meanders I climb the mountain
Oh, this tower is very tall
Ha, here Iam resting more
Here I am; here I come the son of man
Slow step I biting the sand of life
Oh, the short falls are sands heap
Ha, here I am renamed ray
Here I am, here I come the son of man
Gradually Lay I on a course of actions
Up hill, oh the route seems bumpy
Ha, here I am dribbling
My journey up hill, I go up hill
Here I am, here I come the son of man
So desperate is the lion lash
Oh, tears roll up hill, un cried
Ha! Ha! Here I am cheering uptop
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