I look around myself each day,
See young people like me make their way,
To a place that holds them sway,
To words and sounds that strike,
Hearts and minds like that pierce like morning rays,
The darkness of this world.
But, oh am I oh, a poor lad,
Meagerely on this earth I live,
Orphaned, with nothing to give,
Sweat each day in chores that take,
More from me, and less to me give.
I see people of my age unlike me,
Fortunate each day to go to a place,
To relish in the food of knowledge,
Quench the thirst from the brooke,
Of wisdom that flows from people so wise,
Every day, every year of their life.
But, oh am I oh, a poor lad,
Cursed by the gods to a toil as these,
I have no hope, no grace,
From a time such as these.
I yearn to learn,
Seek knowledge to yarn,
My life from this misery,
By a blitz that makes me happy!
I yearn to learn.
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