Written by Shayla D Smith
He formed the future.
One kind, no more real in light, then in the night.
To him I give my Heart song
And look at him with tearful eyes.
He has polished Me. (Much, must still be.)
He has given Me this room
Full of our creations,
I have like trophies for the fight.
Me, like a grain of sand.
Yet, I feel set apart in the light.
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