I slave away under the blistering sun.
He is my master and owner of my soul.
He calls me a name I do not know.
I work for him with no desire.
He calls himself my owner.
I call him my master.
I follow the rules he sets.
And in the end all is provided for.
I serve without question.
He gives nothing but the necessities.
I serve my master
And never doubt his choices.
Through his trials.
In pain or sickness.
He is my master.
And I am his servant and slave.
