What will I gain if I quit?
I sold in the darkness of the night
I watered in the heat of the sun
My legs gnashed to the grit,
My bones split from their resting place.
The waters from my head soiled the land
My hands stained with the beauty of the earth,
My feets walked the earth till it got used to its weight,
The rivers of my eyes lost to the streams of the rain.
My soul lost to the solace of a miracle
My hopes became a clue of the oracles
Yet I surged
My nails didn't stop; I worked!
Quit and my harvest retreats
Why then should I quit?.