In The Eye Of The Muse

 I was created by a gardener
someone with the foresight
to venture on up the path
to smell roses of the future
for the scent of a rose
still smells the same
any time of the day

He always called me Dig
on account of the slouch hat
I wore in school
Opa must have seen something
that day he rescued me
from flying off the cliff
see even as a two year old
I did not believe in restrictions of the mind

He saw I had the gift
but first I needed to learn
some valuable life lessons or two
I had to fall and loose hope
but He knew even then
that despite the situations
I would find my self in
I would always have the sense
to dig about
find the question
why am I here

Well digging about in apathy
I found you
the last thing to die in my heart
HOPE

Just as now, when you find yourself most weak
You are my strength, as I claw my way back to you
Never let go of hope... I am coming home