Some have said their path is paved in gold,
Flower beds laid amongst the side,
So even when they falter they still smell of a rose,
Mines always felt of dirt,
Barren land of which nothing grows,
Plant a seed of hope,
Nurture it with faith,
Just to lose it all with despair,
I've walked a million miles in these shoes,
If your the type for dares, I'll swap for a minute with you,
Your judgements, Your ridicule,
Your Persistence, Your knowledge, so miniscule,
I'll take a chip off your path,
if you take a handful of mine,
So you can finally realize,
That even though I lost my road,
I still have planted my seed of hope.
