from the potters hands,
to the poets thoughts;
from the farmers fields,
to the dreamer's dreams;
it is in the lives they live,
the fire burns,
in their hearts within.
from his sons books,
to his stomachs call;
from his mothers pills,
to his debts unpaid;
it is in the lives they live,
the fire burns,
in their hearts within.
the earners plight,
the earners reckoning,
the earners duty that's beckoning;
the hard works sweat,
the pride of doing his duty's worth;
it is in the lives they live,
the fire burns,
About the Creator
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