There's a Jungle in which we live in,
A Jungle in which we have survived.
It's not as easy as we thought
But we have made it here.
We live this life that we are given.
We should thank God we're alive...
This war we've constantly fought.
I am the Overseer.
Why do we fight?
Why do we sing? Why should we do anything?
Why do we cry?
Why do we hope? Because, it's what we have.
We have a hope. We have a dream.
It's foolish, yes, but yet we live.
How is a mystery.
A fickle light; it's glowing beam.
Everyone will have a family.
Everyone has something to give.
Our suffering is history.
The Jungle in which we live
is part of our strife.
Everyone has something to give.
This Jungle which we live in is Life.
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