I Think کے بول

I think of human misery of Daniel who couldn't muddle throu I think of you of your upward path of healing I think, yes I do, I think the hard way up you score day after day sometimes too weary then you say it was easier and tired, so tired painfully I think I think of human misery of broken life of early death I think of the tempter like a spider attracting his pray working away, working away I think, yes I do, I think I hope that one day it will all change I hope dust becomes past I wish it never was and tired, so tired painfully I think