Back yard
In there are stories I have written of how my past had eaten me up
And in there holds the direction of the calm words of hope to lead me to the future

I am a herdsmanofprogress
I learn from yesterday as I do today
In my backyard is a garden of books to expound my knowledge

The great I am to be is greater than the best they have seen yet

I am counting on my self the much I trust God. Written in my scars is the success I seek.
I bow never to give up of making me a desired destination and dream for others

Stand warned I am not made for less, in me is the spark that breaks fear and redundant mess. I unscrew your foes for great fullness no calamity stands my pen running against paper