Pathfinder.

Hanging a cotton bag in shoulders And carrying papers in full in bag There he tries to speak in a mob. The man he walks, a pathfinder He is always in helping mind He is always in service to others The paths where we misses sometimes Surely there we can traced out The good man pathfinder solves Men of integrity and truth The man of sacrifice his personal needs This pathfinder a real man in service He walks along a long distance in days There in the end handing over to others And a new pathfinder takes charge And makes his own foot prints of service..