In a international of noise, I felt restricted,
A rope of doubt around my mind.
But a ray of desire, a bond so genuine,
Was my God, my guide, my view.
A trainer, a pal, my heart’s satisfaction,
Through shadows deep, my guiding mild.
Yet my soul, a toddler, so smooth, so small,
Seeks love and care beyond all of it.
Now my smile, a beacon, a flame,
Whispers softly, “You’re no longer responsible.”
I cradle my soul, my toddler, my own,
In love’s heat include, I’ve eventually grown.
