I Once had a story to tell, from a whisperer to a falling hell.
Should you believe that I was a man,
to begin with a hidden spell,
to strongly believe there was more to brief?
A Man in search for his path to find,
(I Was my own thief.)
To care? For I have found my narrow alley.
To take? You have my spoken allay, such relief.
A Duty from shoulders to fall,
a wisdom stronger by all,
the answer that started my story with a crawl.
I Have a chance to start over,
(For a do-over)
with a new beginning like rising four-clover.