“My being of brass, my hands draw gold”
A story of mine kept untold
Tell the world what I behold
My being of brass, my hands draw gold
Listen oh world what I behold
Incomplete picture
“My being of brass, my hands draw gold”
A story of mine kept untold
Tell the world what I behold
My being of brass, my hands draw gold
Listen oh world what I behold
Incomplete picture, quite old
Can you see me what I behold?
Dreams trapped, soul is sold
Cry to the world what I behold
Words are silent and silence is bold
Beg the world to see what I behold
Embrace is warm but hands are cold
No longer wish to show what I behold
Written by,
Abeeha Ali
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