You give us life, it's really filling. However, sometimes you are belittled by justice, Children must be victims of education. Strong bodies become weak uncontrollably.
Because hope, is actually the highest caste farmer. Diseases that are not clear are like thieves, Life in the village is more messy uncontrollably, Now you are wandering because of the economic turmoil.
Matured by age, required to work by circumstances, To be free from poverty, but not an opportunity. The community provides solutions, hopefully it becomes hope, Life is fair, free, and less burdensome.