Below us he walks, who we have waited for,
Rags and dogs in his way.
Clear the way!

There is someone coming through!
He looks up at us;
We hide behind the rocks.

It will be days before we see him again.
In these days he's known to sit in a darkened room,
Pained by what he's seen we have done.

Out the door and into the streets
His mind is very clear and he calls us.
It is now for us to do everything he tells us to do,
Now (that) we have lives.