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I was born a rock
On some nondescript plateau,	
The sort of stone that just blends in
With the mountain’s scenic pose.
They taught me how to follow
What nature brings my way,
And life as a rock was boring
Because it repeated every day.
Inside my little pebble brain
I heard a daring voice,
That told me how I lead my life
Is really all my choice
It told me I had splendor
That resided deep within me,
And if only I’d discover it
I’d be a shining beauty.
I still lived with the rocks
To the world, one tiny speckle.
But in my heart of hearts 
I knew that I was special.
I was living for a purpose
That one day I would discover,
For such beauty would not be bestowed
With no chance to uncover.
On the day a tall man took me
Anticipation filled my stone,
For maybe he would help me
Make my inner beauty known.
With this mindset in my head
I did not fill with fear,
When he produced a set of tools
And held me in the air.
Finally a chance to prove
What I’ve been guarding all my life!
But I let out a small gasp 
When he chose his chisel knife.
A knife is sharp, the blade is cruel
How would I survive?
While he chiseled at my body,
Would I cope and stay alive?
I made a strong decision
Through this torture I would stand,
I’d be proud to see the end results
And prove it to this man.
The chiseling was painful
But I accepted without questions
For I knew this all was necessary
In my ultimate progression.
And from my little rock-self 
Once just a speckle in the soil,
With carving and precision
Came a diamond for the royal.
Diamonds aren’t born
They don’t merely just grow,
They’re a product of hard work
And pain from the chisel’s blow.
There’s beauty in each one of us
A potential to unlock,
Remember that a diamond’s worth 
More than a peaceful rock.

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