Man wake up in the wicked world,
Wereby man pursue what belong to the world
Man with alot of achilles 'heel
Morning before the dark
Wereby man travel for along night
Man end the journey in morning daytime,
Wereby man cant have insight of the journey
Let our work be clean
One day man could embark on the same journey
Man we sometimes lost the way of the journey
Morning before the dark
Wereby man we give account of all his work,
To whom to the creator
Who made heaven a earth
The sinfull heart feels strange this morning
The feelings of a new stranger on your way
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