My reins are yielded for service
For the days of my youths are useful
It is on this foundation of commitment, I build a wall without crevice.
Show me where the sun is and I will deligently find it's rays
Zest and Passion is what propels me on this journey
My heart beat is for the finish line.
I will stoop until I goal like a man with a fish line
I am a bee for this passion, knowing that one day, I will make honey.
I wait for the break of dawn, to run with this skill of mine.
I am unabashed, for this is my passion.
I drill my focus, for the wonders of my skills are but treasures of mine to mine
On this course of my struggle, it is hardwork and no other option.
I am committed to this goal
in the face of disappointments, I will hang on
For when the tempest roars, is the time to pray for a calm
I am Committed, to my handiwork for it is beauty.
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