In the morning I tell the sun, please wake up my children – but do it softly, so they will no be scared – with red hues of fire blazing in the horizon, slowly the sun clock turns on – as my children wake up, I tell them, “you are free – free to live free to die, free to love, free to hate – free to give, free to be selfish – free to assist, free to ignore” – but when the sun goes down and when man goes to sleep, his soul goes up – and in the world of truth it cries bitterly “What have you done, why have you sent me into this selfish body that can see not beyond its nose” – and so once again I grant an opportunity