Be Precious

Be precious my man by doing good to all My name is nothing and his name is too My palace and his hut will go in to deep His wife and my son will become old They will die and be buried on a day In between what for all these We are the end of the globe The skies and seas are immortal as our poverty and death My face and his hair will be shrunk As air less balloon at our end Mountains will be a pit and pits will raise as peak Waste will go to the peak and a Precious will be in a bin Though they were at peak and bin Waste is waste and precious is precious Be precious my man by doing good to all