As I Call It Hardwork
I was never granted the night
But my heart stormed me the light
I was never given a chance
But life made me wana dance
I was never the best of the best
But my efforts separated me from the rest
I could not glide my eyes success
And yet my faith granted me progress
then time came
And honored I became
As I kept all the values
and with my norms I travelled
Time came
And dignictory I became
As I kept my identity
And with indemnity I marvelled
I never was a king
But I persued with my loud sound I sing
The song that reveals all my packs
I and appreciates all my hardworks
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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