Palms soft, unwithered from hard work
Paper and pen are witness to your strain
Don’t you worry, your effort’s not in vain.
Stubborn with concern, yet you stand strong unconsumed. Your conscience is overpowering, yet you remain unconcieted.
Don’t you worry, success is self control and constancy
Not to live this life and advance it in joy
Victory and glory is an old ploy, used to fool those cowering into tools of greed
Don’t you worry, your hopes will soon be real
Just don’t forget how to forgive and feel