You mould me out of clay

Into a visible being

To stand so high 

Above the tallest towers 

Taller than I could imagine

Being without you in life

 

When I flagged into the world

I was made of dust

Scrapped floors with husk

Till all my nails rust

That my pants have windows

Where cold air blew into

Making my behind ashes

 

Iam a wannabe 

That always wanted to be

Despites the atrocitic sun

That burn my passion 

Into ashes making me charred

But you found me

And mould me from dust

Into a respectable soul

 

You gave me a voice

That cuts deep into the skin

Of the world like a dagger at work

To be heard even in the silent abyz

That even the noises spaceships

Will stop for a while

And with gaze they listened 

To my voice and smiled

 

You raised me into what Iam today

And my today is dedicated to you

I don't know how to say gramercy

But Iam a true defination

And transition of your amiable world

I will stand told and tell you that

These are the forgotten notes

And you deserve them.