I’m on a makeshift distress
My body has been burdened
This is the time I’ll discern
Our conscience be piquant
Be wise now, don’t you ever
I’m tired with distractions
I’ll partake on new wisdom
Where I’ll meet my freedom
Without a doubt, I’m equipped
I’ll recall and be called
Dauntlessly know I will be
Predicted death will come by
If there is end there is life
Rest my eyes while I’m awake
To pass on my grip of sense
Now I will lay down and think of all my shame
I’m on a makeshift transit
My body has been burdened
This is the time I’ll discern
Our conscience be piquant
Be wise now, don’t you ever
Rest my eyes while I’m awake
To pass on my grip of sense
Now I will lay down and think of all my shame
Take me to the day I’m born
I hope to meet my ancestry
And hopefully, I’ll remember you
If not, you know where I will be
So please sit here and take my words
Cause in this world I will not be needed