Why do we need to redeem ourselves?
To know one and to cherish one
To live thy life that we solely covet
No turning back, only now
Moles are blind and see no light
But they find their way
Carving mud and dust to get
To one’s itinerary
Paving their ways through filth
But they find their way
With warrens, dug in and dugout
And trusting their grit and snout
Working their way through lands
But they find their way
Through hard work with their two bare hands
Burrowing and Burrowing
Heroes and heroine
Harrowing and harrowing, but not like blind moles
Worry, why? Aren’t you much precious than them, darling?
With gift of sight, to see one’s light
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Why do we need to redeem ourselves?
To know one and to cherish one
To live thy life that we solely covet
No turning back, only now
Moles are blind and see no light
But they find their way
Carving mud and dust to get
To one’s itinerary
Paving their ways through filth
But they find their way
With warrens, dug in and dugout
And trusting their grit and snout
Working their way through lands
But they find their way
Through hard work with their two bare hands
Burrowing and Burrowing
Heroes and heroine
Harrowing and harrowing, but not like blind moles
Worry, why? Aren’t you much precious than them, darling?
With gift of sight, to see one’s light
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