I am, a creation of dust and made by dust
 I am, a free entity with all the choices in front of me
 In me, there is a will to live my life
 In me, there is a destructive tendency built by hate

 Questions asked, never satisfied with my existence
 "To where I have to go? The purpose of my direction"
 "Why must I face all these sufferings?"
 I've been longing to find my reason to exist

 A life of sin is reality I must accept
 The Book cleary refers to fall of our ancestor
 But I can feel its Truth in my own bad blood

 Until I find the reason of my suffering...
 ...through the knowledge written in Bible
 No one could make me satisfied with the answer
 No one knows me, except The One whoe gives me breath

 In fact there is only way God has prepared
 I don't think it's wise to take all things just for granted
 In fact that there are many distractions around
 Try to keep myself from knowing His will