The ladder by the Corner, Interrupts my dear slumber
Because my purpose beckons
The rungs and height is my lot
I give my life climbing, To keep another life
When they is fire, my name they remember
When they run out, I run in to be the Me
Not that I am Samson, nor do I have a dozen of lives
I am come for this!
… The steps which none will, I of myself have to take
I climb, though might be brought down
In this skin of mine made brown
It all begins and ends with them, I’m missing in their minds
Ignored like I’m absent
On the ladder I’m not spared the foot
Yet I craft my cross a ladder
I am like a Prophet strange to his own
Perhaps honour is scarce in my town
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