To Those of This World

Days always come
Filling the world around us all
Tiny voices speak
Leading us to do the wrong things

But we need a help on out
From this abyss of selfish doubting

Bury our sin
Reach out to it
Laying it all
Down at ?skull? of the world

Feeling apathy
Of others and their wrongdoings
The glory will not come
Until we leave the world around us all

But we need a helping hand
From this abyss of sinking sand

Bury our sin
Reach out to it
Laying it all
Down at the ?skull? of the world