Some you paint with sprightly colours, some with faintest hues bestow.
Some are chirpy, cheerful, lively; some with disdain and sprits low.
You are choosy; know how to pamper those who you decide to bless.
Some you leave out, blow out, throw out; from your view and from success.
Do you know the pain of suffering as you move across the skies?
Do you actually see us gasping or do you just close your eyes?
We must work towards salvation, we must really slave it out.
Why did you ordain it that way? Why did you leave us in doubt?
We need you, come in the open; please declare your actual plan.
Is there justice in your method, or is there just grief for man?