La alegría por la que su mundo gira

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me.
And the dirt of gossip
blows into my face,
And the dust of rumors covers me.
But if the arrow is straight
And the point is slick,
It can pierce through dust
no matter how thick.
So I'll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn.