Hear I am weeping contemplating life
Things were done, and shall be done
My children, my wife
The friend you are to me, I shouldn\'t be afraid...
Maybe the time will tarry?
But I will not be a slave.
To fall at the last hurdle
Although it maybe high
Chosen to give my life to you...
So, hear I am.
I cry
How hard was it to say those words, Man, I must be dumb
To face the fate, with open arms:
Your will, not mine, be done.