Slow and steady the stable feet walk
Sigh and sigh the lung does
Pant, oh pant, the fainting heart
Broken and bled by the time that hurt
So, harsh the sight of the feeble eyes
With tears so hard to shed
Hot upon the lids that flutter
Because of the dangerous wind that pierce
Prickle the irises thus enough of life has seen
Enough, oh, enough of what sorrow and joy blend
Blend together for the heart broken but mended in its shattered form it be
However think of what future hide from innocent eyes
Wandering the earth with bleeding soles
Crushed and pressed by ceaseless storm
Nonetheless, blessed is the head through briars and thorns wear the crown
Stellar crown studded with bright colours
The man that conquer
The world of struggle and pain
The tiny feet with wintery lips to firstly bear
With foremost shrilling cry
Pleasant for adult winsome smile of expectant eyes
For the patter of tiny feet that crawl,
Life is a blessing for the souls of men.
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