Come Zeal Hand

Zeal for raising a hand in class I had I deemed it as a form of working hard Raising a hand in class I was a working ant. In raising a hand I raised my ante Nonetheless, I lost my wear Now I wear waders as I waddle with wade in my waif of zeal. Now in class, I hear the sound of silence as I sit in calmness. My heart is seen weeping for my dead hands in my conscience. Come zeal hand like rain falling in heavy torrents Come zeal hand