Hop, hop, hop... One knows to feel the rhythm of life. Today is here, and tomorrow ought to be bright. Certainly, you can be all you wish, if to do so you would find delight.
Still affords one to rest, lest ye born proud at chest. I can assure, my favor rightfully yours, for there is peace in strength endured. Now see here that you fare, in your image, the creator has laid bare.
Up in the night, the rest would plight, some had found I could restore their sight.