I'm just a lost leaf among a crowded street
The dried up crunched up one that's blown in pieces allover the place
My heart had to recover a million rejections
Dozens of heart breaks and grief
My head had been injured millions of times
Does anyone even notice I'm alive
I'm here, but just not as important as the others
Only very little see my value and those are guaranteed a place in jennah
For not judging me or what I Been through because eventually during the pandemic there were no leaf blowers around or people
I slowly gathered all my dusty pieces back together and redeemed myself