[male vocals] The
good
man
He
was
nice
and
kind
to
everyone
around
him.
He
carried
everyone's
burden.
He
shared
all
he
had
with
everyone
and
anyone.
He
was
too
kind
for
this
cruel
earth
and
forgetful,
selfish
humans.
It
hurts
to
see
you
gone
to
the
world
where
there
is
no
suffering
and
struggling.
The
lands
where
no
one
falls
sick,
where
no
one
dies.
I
know
are
in
save
hands
resting
and
hoping
we
meet
again
for
good.
Time
and
time,
he
opened
his
arms
to
hug
anyone
battered
and
beaten
by
the
hunger
and
the
society,
his
shoulders
were
readily
available
for
everyone
to
lean
on.
He
could
go
a
mile
barefooted
for
your
battles
and
troubles.
Suddenly,
Uncle
Sola
fell
ill,
the
tree
that
offered
shelter
to
the
birds
and
everyone
fell
down.
The
birds
flew
away
and
everyone
fled
far
away.
He
was
alone,
left
to
fight
for
his
life
alone,
it
was
severe,
torturous
cross
for
him
to
carry
alone.
It
hurts
to
see
you
gone
to
the
world
where
there
is
no
suffering
and
struggling.
The
lands
where
no
one
falls
sick,
where
no
one
dies.
I
know
are
in
save
hands
resting
and
hoping
we
meet
again
for
good.
He
lives
a
while
on
medications
that
cost
fortunes,
hence,
he
sold
everything
that
made
him
uncle
Sola.
Some
friends
even
looted
his
cars
and
ran
away
with
some
money.
It
was
inhumane
to
the
hand
that
once
fed
you
and
the
tree
that
shelter
you
when
the
sun
was
burning
hot.
He
gave
up
the
hope
of
living,
he
died
on
his
own
piss
and
poo.
We
lost
him
to
the
cruel
hand
of
death.
It
hurts
to
the
bones,
crackled
and
cracked
the
fibers
that
held
the
hearts
together.
Uncle
Sola
is
gone,
he
took
frightful
leap
into
deep
dark
endless
valleys
that
await
everyone.
It
saddened
my
soul
to
see
old
friends
and
paddies,
it
bittered
the
man
i
am
that
uncle
Sola's
death
brought
everyone
together.
All
the
birds
have
gathered
at
his
graveside
with
roses
to
say
goodbye
when
they
would
have
visited
and
say
get
well
uncle.
It
hurts
to
see
you
gone
to
the
world
where
there
is
no
suffering
and
struggling.
The
lands
where
no
one
falls
sick,
where
no
one
dies.
I
know
are
in
save
hands
resting
and
hoping
we
meet
again
for
good.
All
these
pops
and
pagentry
would
have
given
him
reason
to
live.
All
these
bags
of
money
being
thrown
around
would
have
offered
a
life-line.
All
these
tributes
would
have
strength
his
bones
and
flesh.
This
song
would
have
healed
his
soul,
this
vibes
would
have
chased
away
his
panging
pains.
If
only
you
had
lavishly
loved
him
and
not
selfishly
celebrated
his
death.
If
only
you
had
visited
his
sickbed
and
not
graveside,
if
only
you
had
given
a
word
of
healing
and
not
a
tribute,
if
you
had
paid
for
his
medications
and
not
his
burial.
It
hurts
like
walking
on
hot
burning
coals.
It
hurts
to
see
you
gone
to
the
world
where
there
is
no
suffering
and
struggling.
The
lands
where
no
one
falls
sick,
where
no
one
dies.
I
know
are
in
save
hands
resting
and
hoping
we
meet
again
for
good.
Dont
die
carry
burdens,
dont
fall
lifting
others,
dont
starve
to
feed
hungry
people,
dont
go
naked
to
clothe
others,
dont
over
yoked
yourself
with
peoples
problems
and
penuries,
dont
die
for
others
to
live,
dont
fall
for
other
to
walk.
live
so
that
others
can
live,
not
every
hungry
dog
should
be
fed,
some
hungry
dogs
only
need
strength
to
bite
you.
The
earth
is
cruel
to
dead
body,
ants
and
worms
dont
pity
corpse,
they
celebrate
instead,
they
multiply
and
breakdown
the
bodies
into
earth.
It's
all
gone
and
gone
forever.
Dont
go
without
fulfilling
your
mission,
dont
quit
your
dreams,
live
well
to
tell
your
stories.
It
hurts
to
see
you
gone
to
the
world
where
there
is
no
suffering
and
struggling.
The
lands
where
no
one
falls
sick,
where
no
one
dies.
I
know
are
in
save
hands
resting
and
hoping
we
meet
again
for
good.