A stone that lies amidst the dust;
Lack of charm and lustre;
Picked up and polished;
Worth a million as a diamond.
A diamond faces cuts and bruises
Like other normal stones
Yet all the cuts are for its value
To become the king of stones.
A gain for all troubles
No matter big or small
Watever the size of the diamond
Its far precious than others
I lay down lost and rejected
With a thought that I have none
But what surprises me when i awake
Is find myself in Your Hands
