Shining with glory in the
blazing light of the sun
Feeding on what's left of me
Glory?
Power?
Holds memories as special as my
First step
To learning to read
I still remember
The day
You were on my neck
I was as happy as a bee finding a flower
in spring
It was not the International
Federation of Karate
That gave it to me
It was destiny
Strong as granite
In a mountain
But still fragile as obsidian of a volcano
You're worth a diamond
But
I
Think you're priceless