I put to the state of living the ride of known to said as grown,
for each person has a say belonging to some kind of scrap in a pickle of minerals salt.
I show the briny sugarcane the Pole is only me at lane for even I do understand I rust,
but for the Iron of my wealth I chose to rebuild myself to comprehend the chills of breadth,
wise to populations boot I found that harness was the move of the motion to its well,
so in this way the storms did rain but work be found the greater pane to understand the Tale.