No Cane to
We would have flogged it
Burning Sun
We would have quenched it

Hug it
Amazing life, choked with bags of tribulations
Tied with ropes of pleasure
Placed on stones of pain
Under waters of struggles
But still In thirst of sweats
Let's offer 1000 of it
Maybe we can get a cup of rest

Even after crawling through the tunnels of life
Our cradle is still laid amidst the sands
Sweet meals will our bodies be to the ground
Like waters offered to the land

Father send your blessings
We've learnt our lessons
We Adam's Descendant

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