The softness of silk
The hardness of leather
Through the eyes of nature, none is better
The land we live chooses our fondness of sweater
The past has shaped our unique visions
We mustn't fight fate, but let her
Let her give us the eyes rather they be glorious or inquisitive
You can not help who you are as can't everyone else in this world
We're all caught in different whirls
Instead of showing hatred and adversity, shine acceptance and empathy for we are all closer than one thinks
Everyone has felt as if they were a waste of space
Same as if they have been grasped by an angel
The ultimate goal for one's life is to leave a trace
A mark of their own upon this earth
A small crack for others to see as they walk their unique path
Something for others to cry or laugh
The 'gifts' that we have aren't what they seem, but forms for each of us to express one's souls
The more we gaze upon the past, the less our beautiful future unfolds
For the holes that one leaves behind, another must be born in order to add cement back unto it, but keep a crack
Yin and Yang
The constant battle of good and evil
Though, both must exist in order for energy to recycle back
We all ask The Lord 'Why' when holes enter our roads
We wouldn't be able to appreciate the good that we stumble upon that has been sewn
When you look past the aspect of good and evil, we are all stunningly gorgeous
When others use spiritual practice, not only them, but others see how complex they are
Some find fondness in how complex they are as others shun
That is why at least one soul adores us