Lost confidence in the self,
I looked out for a temple,
With a statue in there,
So powerful so loving,
So benevolent so dear,
So that I could borrow,
Some love some faith,
On the self and shed sorrow,
So that I could succeed tomorrow.

That statue couldn’t talk
That statue couldn’t walk,
That statue was brought,
That statue was bought,
That statue was made,
By a man like me,
And he was paid.