I can almost see my future Though blurred beyond these tears My world will not be enslaved To this decrepit corporeal form ... I see myself standing straight and tall Proud of my accomplishments As a father, a husband, and worker That bows to no man nor pain Of inferior caste to a burning heart Whose only desire has been the good That this beautiful world has to offer Ignoring the evil taint of sickness Or vile beings that crave company In an attempt to see me kneel Broken and beaten by the labor Necessary to provide stability For the family I love above all else Yes, I can almost see my future ... It's magnified by these tears