I own a heart,
Am just a love-yearning soul.
From scratch I start to built,
So I will later grow.
My sweaty, shaking hands,
Can construct much more.
I be the solution,
Guerrilla at war!
I will not back down,
And let it get the best of me.
I slay it, stomp it, spit at it,
Anxiety.
I breathe;
therefore you know I am strong.
Here I am, for a while,
Later,
I’m gone.
