Hands Of Gold
Hands Of Gold
Before you,
I was clay.
But you moulded me
Into the person I am today.
Without you
I wouldn’t have become a vase.
Standing here
With beauty and grace.
Before you,
I was a blank canvas.
No lines, no shades, no hues.
But when you came along
You turned my whites
Into yellows, greens and blues.
