Let Them Die
Those seeds, yes! those seeds, spread them over there
Or maybe over here, or anywhere else, it can be
Those seeds, yes! those seeds, let them die, embrace death
Take this risk so rare; dig them in, but hey! not too deep, not too deep
Those seeds, yes, you have some in your purse, or on your palms
If you can’t find, may be they were snatched, or already had died
The former was good, but the latter was seem so poignant
Planted seeds will cultivate, the stolen were so fragile
Those seeds! Grant them chance to prove themselves
That when they die, they can live again and give you gain
Otherwise they will be rotten and be eternally fruitless
‘Cause their master is so emotional, stingy, and afraid
Those seeds, they were given, they were also be taken
Naked you came, so as when you leave the earth
Those seeds must be invested, do not waste them into waste
Nor allow them to knot with themselves in the closet
Those seeds, when fully bred, you will be richly blessed
Just take courage, for a slight lose will soon be a huge success
The harder it seems, the greater the exhilaration from victory
But when they died straight, it’s not a loss, it’s still investment
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