In the depths of sorrow's embrace,
I trace the path of my days gone by.
No friends to hold, no kin to see my grace,
Lost in shadows where dreams dare not fly.Artistry's flame, unnoticed, flickers low,
By adopted eyes, unseeing, unkind.
Bullied, broken, by life's brutal blow,
In silence, my spirit weeps, confined.Yet amidst the darkness, a whisper finds its way,
A mother's voice, tender, kind, and true.
"You've got talent," it gently dares to say,
A flicker of hope in a world askew.So I lift my gaze, despite the pain,
And let my heart's song start to soar.
For in that echo of love, I reclaim
The strength to rise and dream once more.
(( Their will be drawing's coming soon))