I am by birth a laborer and work for solace My life is full of trials and tribulations I admit But do not look down upon me I have grace I have wonderful light on face I never submit
Please do not take me for granted I do warn I know the greatness of work and I am pleased With my relentless efforts my efforts to adorn I will work ceaselessly before I just go deceased
I have worked for legitimate and will continue My inner soldier reinvigorates my sweet spirits I will pursue my efforts through and through Beauty of my soul surpasses to but metaphysics