Waking up at the break of dawn
Reminiscing the sleepless night passed by
A ray of hope and a new day is born
As the sun seamlessly rises high.
With a breathe of fresh air, I lead myself
Far away from my abode,
I strive for the greatest as expected by oneself
The day be warm or cold.
I sweat, I bleed, I drain myself every day
But you will never hear my lips utter a whimper
I am burdened with spade-work, all in an array
Yet I refuse to halt, as I am a keeper
The way back home urges me to wonder
Will that day ever come when I can fly high?
But when a new day knocks on my door
I wake up each day without a sigh.