For you we are created,
As time wink we are destroying.
For we sin,
Because of your discontinuing providence,
You break our hearts to pray to you once.

We give you ounces of grain,
You give us dearth of gain.
We really hate pain,
‘Cause our eyes don’t see gain.
You pour rain,
For walking you trap us with hunger chain.

We find answers in grave of joy,
While others play us as a toy.
Like a foil,
You roll our pride like coil.
We are humble,
You provide us with problem that