Days always come,nfilling the world around us all.nTiny voices speak,nleading us to do the wrong things.nnBut we need a help on outnfrom this abyss of selfish doubtingnnBury our sin,nreach out to it.nLaying it allndown at ?skull? of the world.nnFeeling apathy,nof others and their wrongdoings.nThe glory will not comenuntil we leave the world around us all.nnBut we need a helping handnfrom this abyss of sinking sand.nnBury our sin,nreach out to it.nLaying it allndown at the ?skull? of the world.n