The day I wished for you to see,
That you were born to be free.
You were created with an Artist's hand,
You were formed from Mighty Breath and sand.
How I long for you to know your worth,
You have been perfect since your birth.
Stop judging an artwork so rare,
And start handling yourself with care.
You know not the beauty that you hold,
You were created to be both brave and bold.
Stand up and don't give an ear,
To all the negative comments born from fear.
-ZvZ-
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
The day I wished for you to see,
That you were born to be free.
You were created with an Artist's hand,
You were formed from Mighty Breath and sand.
How I long for you to know your worth,
You have been perfect since your birth.
Stop judging an artwork so rare,
And start handling yourself with care.
You know not the beauty that you hold,
You were created to be both brave and bold.
Stand up and don't give an ear,
To all the negative comments born from fear.
-ZvZ-
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