The forever debt.

Gratitude is a powerful word
He is god-like for every mortal
a pious aura surrounds his mere body
the gods above have found their successor.

You fear to look him in the eye
restricted to raise your chin
What is he?
What runs in his veins?
Altruism or benevolence.

Indebtedness lies on your conscience
left no stone undone
Will this feeling ever vanish?
Will I be enough for him?

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