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- Man is lonely by birth,
Man is only a pilgrim on earth,
Born to be king, time is but a temporary thing,
Only on loan while on earth.
- Like the wind in the tree.
Man has been rather reckless and free,
Thrown far and wide, he longs to settle down,
Beside the stream flowing through eternity.
- Like the grass on the lawn,
He will pass by the way and be gone,
A lesson to learn, we walk but once there’s no return.
Time is always moving on.
- Man is longing for one,
For a song and a place in the sun,
For home up above where every day is lived in love.
For rest when the journey is done.