In a sandwich shop, a student stands
Slicing bread, with his own two hands,
Study and work, work all day,
Glory has a price, a price we must pay.
An obese man running in the sun,
In his mind, a battle is won,
Today he lived, tomorrow he is reborn
A mind like his, we must adorn.
A new land, full of mystery
A single mother, her past is history,
From dawn till dusk, from dusk till dawn
A fight within her, until fear is gone.
These here be signs of Life,
Constant struggles and daily strife.
All the toil echoes a deep fire
Is there a greater sight to admire?