From dust and grime he arose
With his skin thickened
With callus and insults
Unmindful of the hurt
Holding on to a dream
That would be his to achieve
From the darkest depths
The inky blackness
The cold terror of the unknown
Thrashed around by waves
Rocked and hurled against stones
Helpless and small
He held on tight to his dream
With every hurt, he grew
With every singe he hardened
With every welt he toughened
With every tear drop he wiped away
He emerged stronger
Radiant, glowing
Wild pearl – self made.
