He grew up from the dry ground in a land with varied belief to the people-this was the picture of a kind hearted man Who stood up for what he knew was right Tough was the battle that he had to fight But it was nothing at all To keep him counted sheep at night.
That was the man of sorrows Acquainted with grief The man of sorrows Makes children of joy
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In a neighborhood or corruption Insecurity killing humanity Everyone against the wall It was clear something had to be done Because he knew what pain and disgrace had meant To the people who played for a government Who gave nothing at all Instead were sharp to take more and more and more.
That was the man of sorrows . . .
So they nailed him down in broad daylight For the people around the world to see That no little is the price When you do what your heart tells you. They nailed him down in broad daylight For the people of the world around to see That no little is the price When you do what your heart tells you.