Live in the present with no thoughts of the morrow 

Reveal Yourself, O Lord, to me

There is no fighter like a hungry fighter

I see the Valley, a Deep Green

The song of Life, is not a sad song

No, the weight of the world is not on my shoulders

Cruelty thy name is Man

You are only confined by the walls you, foolishly, build yourself

In the assembly/ mehfil of the world, I do not find human beings

Nothing lies eternal, friends