I am but a little nick on a giant diamond wall etched with images made by those who did something who made a difference who you can notice.
And I’m just a tiny scratch of a passerby who wished they could leave a mark like the huge images. But they were blessed with a chisel and all I have are broken fingernails.
I try and try to carve something to make a beautiful image but it’s of no use. I wasn’t born for this.
Only diamond can cut diamond. And I am not like the diamonds.