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The Race of Man
So often mean forget what there is to life,
we lose Our way and can't find the traveled path.
Our thoughts, only of trouble and strife,
we think of struggle and an overbearing load.
"Why could I possibly be here" you ask.
The answer so simple of course.
We know what that is fulfill your task.
Hard to believe, but it comes from an unfailing source.
But are we merel some quet-runner?
By all means no, so what are we then?
We must have some importance if we passed a single summer.
We are family, though we forget, then again we are the race of man.
