I see a lot of people passing by
they come to sight and clears by
where do they go I do not know
what do they do I am not sure

from dawn to dusk I see them toil
of some I hear their silent cry
they in their quest to win a bread
and fight a battle they do not win

where is the answer of all these lie
for all these hardships and the silent cries
is this all for we are born
to spend our lives on which is once gone

is there more to life than what I see
a deeper meaning and purpose foreseen
oh I wish to find if that is so
and tell the world of that joy untold