Many people often think
Strength is only a physical attribute...
Life
miraculous, hopeful...
I scrub and scrub
but still the blood pours down...
The sound of my voice
is an odd thing to hear...
Emanated on earth by hook or by crook
we live and breathe the gift of life...
With frost bitten fingers
And feet cold and numb...
When I look at a person
the eyes speak to me...
Shhh, tread lightly...
Lest you are particularly...
I have failed a hundred times of my career
But I will never stop, never tired to stand still...
(For Betty)
When the blood finally stopped...
Under this skin,
Deep to the core...
Can't undo the past
learning from it is the key...