I see out a cave of wonders,
A wishing pain wanting away.
No matter the fool loved on stage,
He will suffer to earn a day.
What lost of the past a talent,
Forced a man a monkey to dance.
Seeking simple a life to live,
For children of his own to prance.
O’, can a God raise a lost soul,
To come again a life to find?
Must we let one to suffer so,
Depressed and alone of his time?
For when can we come out the cave,
Wished and wanted a soul to save?