Onto my feet I took my stance,

Which would be the way I must?

The lightly pathway awfully hits me,

Like thunder at night leaving it sleepless;

Where the greenly course directs me,

Like a bird flying high without wings.

But to the hitter I dedicate my pain,

An elucidation of my love and will,

Must be a bolster to you my friend?

Give me your hand and I shall give you two;

Onto my stance I’ll take my step.