When scorns and snarls
hit at their will
The best I could do was
to ignore the faces
When thorns and rocks
spread on the path
The best I could do was
to tread with caution
When boos and jeers
greeted everywhere
The best I could do was
to put up a grin face
When ruse and rebukes
rain their reign
The best I could do was
to overlook in feign
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