We’re born through hell on earth
Where lives the inevitable sins
The ‘Garden of Eden’ created for no rebirth
Rights to wroughts shall establish a trend
From the only god of above
Marvel at the hopeful fate of love

Most of us are destined to grow
From God’s angels who bestow
Gifts for the immortal souls
Of what reaps and sow
Our heavenly spirits may rise above
To marvel at the hopeful fate of love

Every religion is the Lord’s puzzle
As anyone shall never be alike
Good and evil will always tussle
While the flesh transience in flight
For compassion from the cosmos above
Let us marvel at the hopeful fate of love