Some people we know, are nice to be
But others are ones that throw bombs to thee,
They smile, and say they've come to stay
But all they do, is scatter thorns in one's way

Some people come and help your strength
Others come to test and pest our length
For that, the reason we built our forts
Strengthening us, evermore, their seldom thoughts

This one's the way, the way to go
Taking the path, no one can show
For in the worst of time, Chante
People find their first own way

The start of it, none may see
But at the sight of thee's, they do flee
On the hard way, you scrape your knees
But once at the end, they rush to please

For in the toil, the ripe nebula
Shunned into a star, and shining all over!