When tears flow across the thimbles
Where it deposits particles of pains
With memories of recalling hopes
With memories of offenses and errors
Stalked and talked about in stories
Know ye': life isn't as the fairy-tale says
Oh ye': a road so sweet, so we drive on
Sure yeah: it's like my countryman roads
Always rough with an unending turn
Up and down; tires and rims feel the pains
Sure! the ability to control the wheels
Shows you're the man: that very true son.
When the sweat refuse to dry soon
Know ye': life isn't as stories writers think
It has my countryman prices
Face the challenges; ride along the roads
And Until you get to the market
Never say you can't purchase from it.
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