Doubting for is he really a man
In web of traumatic pasts and fading memories
Whose thought flinches him away
HE BEGS HIMSELF - TO LAY HIM DOWNAbused , rejected , discarded
The lonely streets don't succeed
For he now hangs by very thread of HIS HIGHNESS
Works , worships and wails
Not all in vain - for unspeakable misery
only his birthright to claim
HE BEGS LORD - TO LAY ME DOWN