Your Hands
Your hands are like gold
They have even touched my soul
Your hands are really priceless
They can give breath to the lifeless
Your hands are like the sand
In the hourglass of life’s command
I’m...
$The Value Of Adversity$
They tell me to be real
As if I should not expect to be great
Pain I no longer feel
I can smile in the face of hate
You tell me to be realistic
That some mountains are not meant...