The richest hands could give you the blackest of roses, with no hue
All that glitters is not gold, but it will be revealed when it was due
Curiosity and temptations of humans, acts not new
But nevertheless, it's like dancing in a pot of boiling stew
How a human heart will be repeatedly sew?
Because of the monsters that took it's pieces for their evening meal
But yet it only grew
It didn't care about the scars those monsters themselves drew
All the rough edges it chiseled and black soth it blew
Now it's on board to success with it's crew
From depression to success it flew
It burned the bridges linked to the bad people it knew
It started afresh, anew
It was no longer on the waiting Queue
Erected walls, bolted with many screws
The old naive personality it threw
It became a source of motivation to the depression crew
Leave a legacy, the more people it helped, the more it grew
The amount of hearts you shall elegantly sew
Motivation speakers aren't something new
Make a difference, even if it's to someone you knew