We come to this world alone and naked
And are clothed and fed by the grace of love
Why we grow up to think, all this is mine
Why can't we give, with equally love-filled
As a beggar who claims the bridge is his
Because he was born, sleeps and earns a living out there
So too are all, in this world of matter
Everything is graced, only we claim to have earned
And are clothed and fed by the grace of love
Why we grow up to think, all this is mine
Why can't we give, with equally love-filled
As a beggar who claims the bridge is his
Because he was born, sleeps and earns a living out there
So too are all, in this world of matter
Everything is graced, only we claim to have earned
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