Who is more troubled than I am? Who is more burdened than I am? Who has myriads of trials than I have? Who has a plethora of perplexities than I have? So many doors opened to one room, So many taps draining out to one bath, So many inlets to one vessel, Chased one down the cliff, Come back to see more waiting, An unending battle to defend my bastion, They hurl knives and staves, As much as I avoid some, I'm bruised by some. I'm unrelenting like the waves of the sea, I'm dogged in my pursuit of freedom, I'll fortify my garrison, I'll walk unseen into their camp, To discomfit and disengage them, I'll push once again down the cliff, Like an angry bull pushing incessantly against an obstacle, This I'll committedly do, Until am let alone, Until my home call.