Yes, this song is about an inanimate object. But it *could* also be about more than just a thing...
(Sorry for the stuttered singing in the demo... I'll try to get a better take (or edit that one) soon.)
1. I sit in a corner, in an unassuming way,
Playing my part through the night and through the day:
Keeping all the traffic moving, grooving, look up addresses,
Save the data, forward the packages like city-bound commuters;
And guarding my network from Internet intruders.
2. I handle their questions in an unassuming way,
Working my route lets the people have their say:
Talking with my peers, they're thriving, jiving, meet a new neighbor,
Call a server, order some food for thought --- the smorgasbord is growing;
And tending my tables to keep the banter flowing.
Does my work matter:
directing the data swarm?
Do you see me here
or am I just keeping my place warm?
3.He lived in a corner, in his unassuming way
Playing his part scratching messages in clay:
Casting crumbs for all those gleaning, teeming,
shine through the darkness,
Rise to light them, transform in a mysterious way the work you see;
And serving in weakness, delight you've given me.
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