My place
I rededicate
And indicate
Willingness to go along
Even if they are little wrong
I know many of them
And they remain in team
But not knowing how to tackle
And avoid struggle
My place
My race
My honor
All rests with them and there
I must live simple
And believe so
I always go
With blow my trumpet
I get happy tears
And enjoy being there
They suffer yet bring cheers
Life is not to be lived with fears
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