each stroke of a brush
i feel my blood gush
drawing a thin line
carefully till its finegradually the image shows
depiction of life flows
treasures are neatly kept
with every single step
each side bears the waves of pain
every strike blazing like a flame
with the hands of God i stand still
helps me to endure and do not feel
engraved are letters of each gold
protect from anything as long as i can hold
with a white ink i stroke jaccr
epitomizing the purity of the heart
when the sun spread its rays and bring us light
ill prepare a day to do what will give me delight
a canvas to bear a masterpiece, a work of art
that forever will remain, be here in my heart
jaccr - my only reason for living.
