A Hand, Sewing My Dreams!
A Hand, Sewing My Dreams!
A shore in my nonage, where I started building;
I build a card house but a horror pinned it; then a hand castled it.
Wondering around, tasting the fruits of friendship, Karakatoa disrupted it; a hand bridged it.
At my alma mater, exploring the paths and ways to class, there was a hand holding me.
A shelter in my teenage, where I started learning;
Learning the ideas and grammar, a hand supported me.
Bum out by the spells of the bush, a hand taught me the values sentiments.
Torn by the instructor, a hand awarded me with a mirror.
A castle to my vision, where I started exploring;
I excavated and carved my dreams, a hand glorified it.
I shunned my passion, a hand guarded it.
Tears graved me like a catacomb, a hand broke it to make me run azure on the fields.
I visioned to be a judge, a hand, my friend boosted me.
A hand became my window to the map,
Riding with me to civilized domes,
Carving out the best in me and sewing my dreams, l
Laying down a path smoothened with Coal Tar.