VANITY

If we are to give quietly, quietly
All we shall at last have to give
When we gently and quietly
stand to face and give
account for what we have done
When all deeds are done and be there no more grace to give

If we lament and shout out angrily
Looking at how things ended
Who then will listen to our plea?
When all chances are lost
Looking sober and crying angrily
Looking at how things ended
When all chances to plead are lost

Oh! what a painful soul
What a cruel word
When everything we do and cheat for are gone in the world
Everything we do only not to lose our souls
Who then will listen to our pleas?
When all we shall hear are crying voices
Oh! what a painful soul.