I have the spirit
Of a poor man
When my heart
Is made out of gold—
I live boldly
In peace.I am kissed by
Raindrops so pure,
As it falls from the
Clouds and graze my skin.I am loved by those who yearn
More than me.
The longing binds
Us together as our paths cross.I am trusted by the ones
Who are too weak to hold on.
A single thread leads to
The rescue of broken hearts.I have the strong hands
Of a mender's,
Awaiting gracefully
To sew back lost dreams.I refuse to be nothing
But fortunate,
For I have inherited
Riches that will nourish
The world and give hope
To its people.