Your father's wealth owned by yourself
I guess it is your due
My father so poor could set by no store
And what now am I to do?
But yearn for the time when man in his prime
Will ever be renewed
The worth of man will exceed that which can
Be counted or be accrued
Then we shall all be - permanently
Suffered jointly to stand
Though wind be blowing and water be flowing
And mountains be turning to sand
The lost race of man reclaimed once again
Moved by gratitude true
Shall turn to the one that shines as the sun
Thankful that all is made new
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