At dawn! I stand,
Struggling to the roof
As if to duel
Only a tool drove back
Funny how, heartless fellow
No friendship, hence assist
Backsliding from hope
And having but better claims
Why rejoice over my bitterness
Dancing to my happiness
Lost for trust by struggle
And head looking downward
Like a wild bat
Save my shame less I roast
In every home I am necessary
Roofing all nations and people
And own no shelter
To the generation next,
I shall tell with a sigh
That I struggled to no avail