Let down so many times
I've finally turnt into soil
Out of my ashes rises another
Fruit with no toil
No sacrifice, no bad advice
To lead it astray
While it of my merits,
I see no advance or gain

I've had to learn to not be betrayed

Instead,
I gaze upon its splendor
Smile, and remember:
That I am, as a matter of fact,

Soil.