The Creator, in wisdom, closes some eyes, Not to deny them, but let them rise To hands and hearts that shape the earth, Giving dreams of stone and steel their birth.
For spirit’s call is a lofty weight, But some must walk a worldly fate, So temples and towers might reach the sky, And fields of green and cities lie.
Thus, hidden from mysteries deep and wide, They build the world where spirits reside.
Give me work till my days are done, Give me life while there’s work to be won. A purpose that burns, a spirit that strives, To fill every breath with the spark that survives.
