Persistence

Crippled hands sew the patchwork,

To hold the soul that's withering,

Like a moth wandering in search of light,

The one that resides within.

So when the oceans opens up to take me in,

Be the courage that anchors me to shore,

And if the waves won't guide me the way,

I'll forge my own path and bear my oar.

Hiding the strength of seed inside,

A flower ready to burgeon,

In the darkest of the eternal nights,

Ready to outshine thousand Suns....