Live on, work-horse.
Relief comes while you are unaware.
Your condition is bad - I see you have no money, and you tell me,
"To hell with it all!
The gates of mercy are overcrowded.
We need water, we need bread.
If it would only rain money!"
Live on, work-horse.
Your country is green, full of water and pasture - but not for the poor simpleton, accepting just what God gives.
Ask, demand to know!
Don't just dream - how often have dreams betrayed you?
Haven't we told you?
Ask how!
But everything happens while you are unaware.
You remain a work-horse, unaware.