Man-child what did you see
A portent so sharp
If the sky turns dark
May the facts still be stark
When only ashes mark the birth of fire
Feed the burnt soil
On your bended knees
What did you fail to see
The distrust came over us
It was our loss couldn’t come across
From a view drawn in sand
I am that I am
Has sent me unto you
Man-child what did you hear
A voice crystal clear
If a bitter end draws near
Will words alone wet your lips
No imaginary force
Yet ciphers to a great accompt
Free state volunteer
A portent so sharp
If the sky turns dark
May the facts still be stark
When only ashes mark the birth of fire
Feed the burnt soil
On your bended knees
What did you fail to see
The distrust came over us
It was our loss couldn’t come across
From a view drawn in sand
I am that I am
Has sent me unto you
Man-child what did you hear
A voice crystal clear
If a bitter end draws near
Will words alone wet your lips
No imaginary force
Yet ciphers to a great accompt
Free state volunteer