My body is wounded and soul bleeding

Pain is tingling in my spirit

I could hear a mumbling voice

The best is yet to come.

The stars are shining and moon is smiling

My past is pocking my future

There I am; calm and helpless in the present

The best is yet to come.

Don’t you have ears to heed my cry? Don’t you see my tears?

Oh! My soul, the world is full of darkness and

It is staring at my present to hunt my future down

The best is yet to come.

Plants are green but they can dry

Body strong but it can decay

The night has come and light is gone but

The best is yet to come.

I can hear my voice trembling

Hands are numb and legs are heavy

Shattered thoughts and weeping sighs yet

The best is yet to come.

There I come in cotton trousers

A wheel in hand to run my way,

My heart is ponding for my friend

The best is yet to come.

Come my friend and hug me tight

Kiss my forehead and take my hand

I feel proud that you’re my friend

The best is yet to come.