Why was I planted here?A thorn in the world's sideWorking stealthilyUntil my time arrivesNo one knows my real nameI'm a threat to allAlthough I seem so tameThe quiet man who fixes the shoesI await the call that awakens meTo my true purposeI must never tellKeep my secret wellDay by day I findNo one sees my mindWhen they tell me that it's timeI won't have to act so kindThen the world will knowThese events will showWho will win? who will loseBut for now I will hideAll this angst I have insideAnd quietly repair their shoes
