Dear weary soul, are you aware
there are more stars, than grains
of sand?
Did you know, the places you would go
the stories told, through the wrinkles
of your hand?
Though you feel small, you shall rise
Like Maya, it is no disguise.
Everyday you wake, you see a new light
You made it again, you veteran
You can do this, now fight!
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Dear weary soul, are you aware
there are more stars, than grains
of sand?
Did you know, the places you would go
the stories told, through the wrinkles
of your hand?
Though you feel small, you shall rise
Like Maya, it is no disguise.
Everyday you wake, you see a new light
You made it again, you veteran
You can do this, now fight!