I am born, and cry-
born then, before 'again'
I live among the fiery 'friend'
who twists and turns the kind I am
but I'm amidst the likes of them
sharing air with men, so, whatever then-
let it be, I'll cry,
I'll weep, wither and die-
so then, by Him on High-
I am born again- and cry.
I'll never forget the day I died
Saved by Christ, a sinner my whole life.