Oh poor little minnow
How thy struggles yield so little
How thine intellect means so trickle
How thy wishes are like a flame
Thy hopes like the flames at the beach
But hold on pretty minnow
One more minute before you let go
Not sure but I think every hero
Is made to start from a zero
who from the concrete would think the flower would grow
The deeper you drown
The bitter days of no result
Rewards that make smiles frowns
would eventually bring forth
that bigger and brighter crown
