Call it a skill
Call it a gift
We produce talents from phenomenal grace
Look towards the future, that is the only place.
History has its story
Glory has its embrace,
The future await a picture
Aspects of humility that shall hit you.
We play a sport
We craft a piece of art
We embellish the good we do
We just have it, no need for a clue.
Think about it
When you react to skill which is gifted
You embrace a power that is lifted.
So hold the positives in your heart
Take the critique that’s worth a view,
Like I said before, you don’t ever need a clue.
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