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                                                               Man Man is a born slave,So am I .

Like a flame I free from the candle wick,

And in the darkness alone,I try to glow,

Let my ignorance blind his ego .



Man is a born dreamer, So am I,

Like a lonely star, in an empty sky I creep,

All through the night,shining and then fade .

Let in my dreams be his eternal esplanade .



Man is a born sailor, So am I ,

like a free floating log, across the sea I cruise ,

And with the gentle ripples ,I rise and fall .

Let my journey be the one to his discovery .



Man is a born warrior ,So am I ,

Like the great men ,I fight as my shadow .

And in the battle wreck , I stumble onto him .

Let my war be the one to his redemption .



Man is a born preacher ,So am I.

Like a child , I speak through my silence ,

And with the passing time ,right through him , I float ,

Let my words be the crusifier of his God.



Man is a born sinner ,So am I .

Like a dew drop,on the morning flower I sit ,

And in the gentle wind ,I dance and fall.

Let my sins purify his soul .