Wound gets triggered, there’s an emptiness within
Need to feel free, am definitely missing something
Those journeys, those memories, those stories
Sorting those creations into special categories
How do I recover that shattered part of my soul?
I will take the fragments and make them whole
See the damaged, destroyed, scraps of paper
I will not give up, of my dreams I am a creator
Out comes the folder, that has pieces of me
I look at them and think of what they can be
Take them out, on the table lay them bare
Create something new with love and care
Discover the most beautiful things in the broken
Individual parts beautifully fit together as one
All my blood, sweat, tears, hard work, hustle
Create the picture to complete the puzzle