Beauty's bluebonnets, he rapped the sonnet like he saw it so finally draw it, call it symbolic cause it's thawing and dawning and shining, her heart like diamonds, so we're lining and grinding our finding, I call this binding, say I'm lying, you drying your timing, it leaves you whining and case blinding in tears, our fears, are painted here from our peers that geared us cleared, what the heck is seared when appears a tear to truth, it's the pain that contains and veins our youth, can't deny cause in eyes there lies a truce, fine with our current standings, so can it, it's you, when we advance, it's a chance to win this thing large, instead of narrow minded thinking that weakens our part, in being men we're created to be, we carve, a vivid picture of our hearts that bleed, we starve, for a component that emboldens our potence that's charge, of our surroundings, that is doubting and downing us far.