What do the people they gain From all the heartache And pain
Oh, the labor, we toil What if our hearts could beat together? Generations ye come But this earth is forever
The stream flows steady back into the sea But the water never rises above me
Oh this wearisome of things today More than one can ever say
Open up this mind Allow my eyes to see All that's meaningless What is crooked can't be straightened What is lacking can't be counted Remain, beneath, heaven Chasing after the wind
I'd like to make the blind see Give life and end the sadness of humanity Are you awake? Are you still sleeping?
Oh, this wearisome of things today More than one can say
