there were a few citizens resting high on my shoulders,
wishing me sweet nights and mellow days,
i learnt to juggle so they could stay perched safely over my body.
my back yells sometimes, at me but never them, about how their houses are made of bricks and their bricks are made of pain,
i dont listen, i keep on going,
the little people need me to protect their houses
and if my shoulders can be tough enough
to make them warm and happy,
shouldn't they, then?