My plight

I am what i am....

Let the flowers tell my story,

Let the world understand,

That you cannot be perfect,

Even if you try to stand.

Free the birds into heaven,

Build a staircase so high,

That whoever needs success,

Can walk onto the sky.

I am what i am.......

The trees sway in praise,

Daisies match the sight,

And all that passes by,

Just marvels at my plight.

My hands are filled with magic,

May it rain on the deprived,

My soul`s been washed with mirth,

The rest have`nt survived.

i am what i am....

A child who`seen too much,

An infant who`s chaste,

i`ve been born a hundred times,

Yet my life has`nt gone to waste.

Let my smile tell my story,

Let them all understand,

That you can solve a mystery,

Even if you need a helping hand