I am so scared.
Could I actually hold my dreams in my hand?
Surely I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Would I?
C.. Could I?
Shield me with divine luck,
with a forcefield that outjukes fate.
Place on me the tablet of destiny,
beyond emeralds and diamonds.
And between the olive and almond trees.
With the land and sea before me,
Subject to the will of my hand,
Limited only in the possibilities of my imagination.
Don't let me become another story of a soul corrupted by power or madness.
Give me a path.
A sustainable provision,
To defy inertia and rise into position.
To provide for my family,
And make a positive difference.
Not just to speak, but to listen.
Love is the mission.
