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
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