If you sweat in goals of well,

work so hard to withstand hell,

Listen to me,

One day you will be free,

If you sweat in goals of well.

Your ernest thought and true breed stature,

May see you through as you mature

You could see,

That one day you must retrieve,

Your ernest thought and true breed stature.

You may crack and you may crumble,

You may even trip and tumble,

just hit their tree

for it stand 'for me, and

all who attacks you will surely fumble.

For though now those who back-stab are at the place of glee,

But the mind that breathes stars holds the key,

it may be,

with hospitality

Those who hack and nab will fall on one knee.

No war or crusade has ever been moral,

No war or crusade has been for a mortal,

but for thoughts and deeds

that contend and intercede,

But no war or crusade has been without turmoil