I am a bonded labour,
Your work to do is what I favour.
Time is not my own, no,
I need to let my pride go.
Ego, envy, fury, fear,
Worry about next day or year,
What others think, my own CV,
Matter no more – how petty.
My job is just to do my best,
And know that you’ll handle the rest.
Teach me how to trust you deeply
Not just keep some rituals weekly.
And when the paths ahead diverge
To hear your voice – not just my urge
What the future holds, know not I
Death was swallowed when you did die
And rose again. So I find hope –
Through blood, sweat and tears I cope
You bought me for a price that day
A price I never can repay.
Yet you call me friend, not a slave
So I give freely, ‘cos freely you gave.
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