Lift up thy tool, and clear the way to thee's success.
Thy task is large, and thee est small.
For what fool darest trod thy trembling legs into life's troubles so deep,
With no assistance by thy's side,
Thee shall surely sink into the masses of turmoil,
But, with aid at your bidding, and support in thy vision,
Thou shall sail over thy worries on a ship of transgression,
To the land that it stands, mounted high,
Awaiting for your grasp, to clench around it's throat,
And hoist to the heavens, declaring yours...