Murmuring just to get recognition
An ambassador only to your own mind
Resting for our labour as been rewarded
Fools now mocking at our remark
Only time could judge our wriggled faces
Bathed with heat just to refine our hidden gift
Noted for greatness with our little work of art
All mining only took a few steps from doubt
Bearing witness to our awful stories
Labeled it with awesome glory
Whereas the melody was marked by pain
Yet lessons were drawn from it
Gratitude now dropping from our lips
Our words will forever make sense
