From Rags To Riches

"From rags to riches " From rages to riches. I used to be Lazarus, they threw bread crumbs at me like a church mouse, l had no choice but to take what l could.... As l begged for pennies, some would laugh at me, spit at me and ridicule me. Getting satisfaction at the pain and suffering of a struggling soul, but he never lost hope.... One day! Tables turned. Winds stopped howling. Dogs stopped barking. Thy prayers had been answered! The days of being a begger and punching bag were no more.... Treasures came thy way, It was time to glow, Sorrows all forgotten like the nightmare before the dawn of Christmas.. From rags to riches.