You personify how life should be lived You are a plaything Bound to the wheels of fire A captive in the greenhouse of broken dreams Hard tribulations, drought and fire, Toy with your cherished hopes.
Sun sent down fire this year The soil has held no promise But doom and destruction for them Who promised to live meaningfully Holding on to their rhythms of humble living.
Who shall deliver them? Who shall rouse them again To their eternal fancies? Who professes to be the messiah yonder? His truckload of charity Trampling the rough village path defiantly His red Mercedes proclaiming loud Excesses of tainted glories.
He shall deliver them He shall lead them to their dream destination Unqualified submission they will commit in return Their path will be easy with green pastures.
