Often, we meet and greet
And coming from the street
We wipe the dirt off our feet
wash our hands before we eat
the delicious chicken and meat
before the last crumbs of desert
At family time we laugh and weep
talk about the things we should keep
and reveal secrets in our sleep
Face defeat, go forward or retreat
We sealed destiny, and change fate
Before death, the heavens can wait.
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