I often wonder if my existence really offends you. Even as i work and toil it seems to be in vain
My labour and sacrifice to see a better ending seem to fade away in tears
Do i offend you in any way
In all this shame and disgrace but i rise

The dawn of a new day comes always with great joy
Unleashing the hidden potential within me
New opportunities show forth
But in the twinkle of an eye all seem to be put away by the washing floods of adversity
Again I sit down in dispair and ask mother nature
Have I wronged you in any way
But like dust I rise again

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me...