What is a man?
Who shapes his words
His worth
Like the loudest shouting
Empty with meanings
Manifesting a destiny...
Who is the man
We all look up to
When it is the Sun
The day arisen
How can a (running)man?
And where in the dark pitch night
Where men are blind
Even by their unkept
Word
What is a man
But a caged bird?
Manifesting...
Song.
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