Junkyard of Life

In the junkyard of life What do you see? What do your eyes focus on? Do you see the rusted forgotten? Do you feel the presence of greatness? Or all you recognize is the trash and weeds blowing about the ground In life there are many relics Glimpses of the past; present now Are you willing to buff and clean to find its potential or do you ignore it's beauty? Can you look past the decay? To bring it back again with touches of love and grace Every junkyard hides a treasure Something forgotten, Something lost, Something discarded But to look beyond can be the greatest sensation, the greatest belief Reaching beyond the obvious Seeking a different kind of richness Can turn up the ultimate vision, the ultimate recognition, the ultimate declaration I am here waiting to be discovered in your own junkyard of dreams.