Please, sir, if only you would…look passed my scars and only see the good my hands have wrought.
My hometown, I know, is of ill-repute…but I moved so far way, so long ago (and I’ve lost the accent).
My intentions are disguised in stereotype, but they are as pure as I can make them…can’t you tell?
Please, ma’am, if only you’d be so kind, notice that my tears have watered a lush garden.
My hands and clothes are dirty…but only because I planted an orchard in muddy soil.
Please understand that my weaknesses are my greatest strengths.
Please, oh, please, dear Lady, investigate beneath the dross…and see how I shine!
I am weighed down by so much yesterday…won’t you lighten tomorrow’s today?
Stoop to visit upon me your keenest eye and softest breeze.
Oh! How we would soar, you and I…never letting go…
