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I stole not the show
But regret was never on my mind,
Papa's life, I know how vital it is
And so I'd rather be caught
Than his breath, dark be brought.
Who am I?

I can feel my bursting nerves
My belly's waves, shrinking to their own cause.
Holding the nurse's hands, I'm screaming
But the other cry was a memory of existence.
Who am I?

I don't have enough
So I turned my nights into mornings.
Unfair life is, I get persecuted all day long.
I work not for one, but two or more
How I wish I had the chance to get back at school,
For now I learned, time was never an inch of today.
Who am I?

Who am I but the a laborer of the world,
I shut down moments in order to grasp air,
Mess was not my name, though rest was a misfortune
Let me, oh let me follow the heart of the Greater One.

My labor was never in vain,
For I salute my Master.
I may be nobody but a simple laborer,
But who I am is whose I am,
And now I know what matters most,
**For my identity was never my entity.