There is difficult frustration, bar,
On the sky will appear the shining star,
And everything will be returned by far,
"And our lives are in the fragile jar",
We must admit and do not lie,
And sacrifice without regret to supply,
And I will be asked, but I don’t know why,
And I ought to bear, shouldn’t cry,
We are always in the endless wheel,
"Try to bite iron doors, crush steel",
In this world we want spiritual meal,
And we need a teacher that will us drill,
When I feel annoying perturb,
I am drawing something marvellous, superb,
Just in case, you don’t me disturb,
By avoiding, live at the hell’s suburb.