With marbled eyes a heart of stone
Collosus thighs gorilla bones

We can rebuild you as our wounded

In our trembling hands we read your fate
Sobe a man lie there on the table

The world is yours, son take a stroll
No conscience bared no troubled soul!
No fingers tap without control!

Beholdbehold!

The new man! Set us free, new man!

This rich and varied tapestry
On your fingers

No sleep await's the man

The dreams

So go out there! Pluck from the garden!

Our man!

Our superman!

Our superman! Show us the way, Superman!

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Writer(s): Kendall Bethea, Murry Hammond, Philip Peeples, Stewart Miller