The heights of great men reached and kept
Were not got by sudden flight
But they as their companions slept
Were toiling upwards in the night
The toilings, the findings, the success
Destructions flooding in excess
Tackling the vicissitudes that come one’s way
Greatness becomes inevitable come what may
Focus is the master key to all these padlocks
Too many flashy lights along the paths
But a dying star still shines in havoc
To attract the gullible on earth
Since man to man has been unjust
Show me the man I can trust
I have trusted many to my sorrow
So for credit my friend come tomorrow