A Piece Of Scrap
I remember when I was a piece of Scrap
Thrown to the curb and there I sat
I was alone and my heart was broken
From events that had past and the words that were spoken
I hoped for better days to come
To be renewed and loved by someone
I learned at first I must love myself
And count my blessings as my greatest wealth
The days went by and before I new it
My climb was over, I had reached my summit
I felt renewed and full of love again
I knew now that the road ahead could now sustain
I learned a great lesson through my struggles abound
That great treasures can be had from the scrap there be found.
Written by: Michael Englmann
On: March 19, 2013
AKA: BigBang/BlueSky Igniter
michaelenglmann@shaw.ca
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