If I were a sculptress, I would have but one dream;
To capture this moment and set into clay
the oneness of our bodies.
Then

The strain was becoming too much.

The rope started burning the skin everywhere it touched.

Calluses from years of experience

I will give it my all
I will do my best
I just hope that it is enough
To pass whatever life has as a test
To make my way to

I cannot sleep

Yet I give it my all

I wake up each day in pain

Yet I give it my all

I work and can't play

Yet I give it my all

My

My all

I have given you my all

All though I may lose

I shall never fall

I will rise up once again

And answer my peoples call