Who finds no time to inner sight
For all the things he takes good care
Although he fights with full his might
He remains hopeless with despair

A day is coming, we shall hear
There will no loss, no wound no tear
No wall between the hope, despair
No will confuse in fair, unfair
All clouds of threat and mist of fear
Will go to hell and disappear
It can be done if only you
Have some time with the morning dew