Many say he's nothing but a servant,

Yet how quickly has he learnt,

Before the sun sets he does his work,

And he's up again, before it rises,

Many come and many go,

Yet he stands by my side,

For reasons I will never know,

For a reason I will never ask,

If I was to ask only fear would come,

To haunt me on the answer he may give,

Yet he stands in front of me now, tired, sad alone,

Yet he stands in front of me now,

A serving boy at the most.