Life beckons... 

My precious... 

Shake off the dirt 

They threw on you 

Their verdict - 

Your life is over 

Not worthy 

No. 

 

Shake off the slumber 

My precious... 

You’re weary 

Trampled 

There is a morning 

That speaks of  

Beginnings 

 

Hold my hand 

There is a tribe 

That awaits 

Your footsteps 

Rise my child 

Let me take you  

 

Places that can comfort 

Put balm on wounds 

My precious... 

I can’t wait 

To see your light shine.