How I wish to raise you up
when your heart so was full of worries
When troubles troops in like armed men's
When your soul burden be

How I wish you are the historical Samson
When laid on my cloth supporter
To raise you so high more than
The tallest mountain apex

But I feel like a baby in the hands of her mother
But you thought am happy like a breastfeeding baby

I seem so worthless in your eye
I hardly being found of someone
I hardly overcome
But sooner I will become a finding treasure

As long as man live, breath, sight,
I bestow this eternal things unto you
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