You’re custodian of hope
Hope of allowing us not to be antsy
Having entered without you
Your love sweep us away
Fools would say you’re paid for
You mount on the gate without hope
Yet, you protect our world for peanut
Peanut to sustain your family
Your family would wish you were not there
Even when fools would say you’re paid for.
Who would say thank you?
Would agree saying you were indeed good?
Let’s create marquetry in front of all houses.
Depicting how you were on the dangerous road sweeping
How you safeguard the place without arms?
You are the leader we needed
But destiny says otherwise.
Real fools aren’t sweepers.