I’ve been stripped once more Back to basics But beauty in life It overwhelms me
I watch as men climb On steel structures Cutting themselves Dirt under fingernails
They are creating They have vision I photograph it As I travel through life
Strangers look at me Questioningly, as I click away Click, click, click… But I’m not the mad one
I have learned again That to create, to build To dream, to love To dance with joy
You have to get dirty Your heart needs to break Your fingers need to bleed You must cry lakes of tears
Only then can you recognise Beauty in a moment Only then can you capture it In your mind’s eye
And use these moments to breathe To put one foot in front of the other When you otherwise feel You cannot go on
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