How many fools,
How few marvels
Where're the true poets
And the beautiful souls.
A few things needed human
Good job, good food, and woman.
Most people live
Burn golden life.
And in the end, when nothing's left
They cry for youth at night.
And those who believes in Jesus Christ
Frightened fallen on knees to dust.
But few people aren't afraid
They live in proud
And praying out loud.