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You hoped for glittering future;
But we inhabit sparkling pauperism
You dreamed of scintillant living
Yet we live in reality of bright panhandlers
World laugh at you when we strived to feed our deity
Your life spell "boondoggle" widely
Anf your saving box cries every night;
It hardly feeds on penny.
Many told you to curse your Creator
Telling you that your life is nugatory
We are neither blind or deaf to witness
Others successful story of goodness,
Yet many called us fruitless beings.
Papa et Mama wipe your tears
Never look at your pal's table
They wish you to be their puppet
To feed on crumbles falling from their table
Their dreams are not yours but their future.
Wipe your tears mama
I go to war like a farmer
That went to the wood
To search for greenwood
Where we can find our livelihood
Cry no more when I come not in time
The way is far and the path is full of thorns
I will scale through with your prayers.
Wipe your tears Papa
When no one stands by you
I will forever glue with you
let your tears be for joy; there's joy beyond the blue
because we may sow with tears
But farmers reap with bountiful happiness.
The black pot will bring crystal white
The fire may be too harsh but the taste lies in the pot
Let's endure the fire; the cup will soon run over.
When the joy is done, sadness will be no more.
Someday, I will make you fly high
Someday, we would have our sadden story crucified
Those who told us to curse Creator will advice us to magnify
One day, All our goodies will be multiply
My darling Roots wipe your tears.
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