Somehow I survive,

Where others fear to tread,

But dont think I dont feel the scars,

At night when I’m in bed,

Each cut apon my arm,

Pulled muscle in my back,

I sleep to heal the harm,

Then I again step on the track,

Running all day long,

To do both this and that,

Hard work as made me strong,

Injuries say I need a nap.

-SirHanz