Time is the diviner of mankind,
We are of the same kind,
We were given life from above,
With the gift of love,
We are the mortals of this world,
Our tears cry to fashion for this world,
We have various voices given by our Father,
We know when to pray to our Father,
We all have untrodden roads,
Like the roads that lead to Rome,
With an unknown beginning and end,
To all modes that lead to a roam.