Burdened by labor you hoisted your strength.
Abandoned by friends,
rejected by families
yet you weathered the storm.
They shut their doors and barred their windows.
Oh what a time it was when you sat upon their shoulders,
no comments they made b'cus the fame was yours alone.
History's left and your are dashed,
trampled upon like sand awaiting death in agony.
This i say is not your end,I decide your fate.
Arise and shine for gone are the days you wept, hungered,suffered and deserted like Job my son.
Look beyond and smile for all things are new.
Hate them not that condemned you.
Arise son, arise to fall no more for all is written down in the pages of life.
Arise and shine.
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