There was once a little child innocent and kind

She walked on the road then stumble behind

Do you know what she heard?

What a pitiful lad, so weak, smells like amongst dirty sheep

why don't you just drop dead on the street?

The girl never cried that drive the rich lady to grind

The walk is still brief on the scorching dry road

So then the lady fall

The crowd behind stump her to roll

Scared soul just watch her droll

The child help her up

Thou shall not die for what's ahead might not be a lie

Heaven is kind, might be forgiving from where we climb

Death might be the end

But for me, we haven't reach the end

For the life I had

I was sold and sacrificed for the sake of greedy man alive

I was angry but I will forgive

Because this might be the end to begin a new life