Songs of Power
Though you call me molehill,
Still I shall attain my height.
The more refuse you deposit
The higher and mightier I become.
So when you blow up your dust
Or sling your wicked mud
And in your joy on me they sediment;
Mock me not I do not see mud nor dust
But another layer of my enviable size.
Your garbage is by no means hurdle,
It is the thrust to my destined height.
Songs of power,
Something inside so strong.
8/11/2015.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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