My son,
You are one of the hundredfold souls
No one will care you peg out half or whole
Scathing traumas are bound to mould
At any point, you never groan.
Groaning sighs strain your pathway
You go on walking your own way.
Perverse stem will slam on your stalk
Somewhere pigheaded bump your talk
Brimful streams may give you track
May be a plot to bend your stiff back
Never dog anyone on the entire way
You go on walking your own way
During this inexplicable gadget
Smacks and strokes are unavoidable
Those who bears punch and slaps
Get brightened in their life spans
Give the messages of love on the way
You go on walking your own way.
At every step in this mires and mud
Spiky needles are deeply interred
Fragile knives will make you agitated
Reach the world by the human way
You go on walking your own way.
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