All that glitters is not gold,
All thats left of me is what you see,
Just because I am not that bold,
You cannot take the remains of me.
I might not be the best student,
Nor wise or prudent,
But I am who I am,
So don't try to make me walk a ramp.
No matter what all of you say,
I will stand and make my way,
Maybe tomorrow or even today,
I will climb on the stones I lay.
If you chisel too hard, the stone breaks
It will form a dent that will always remain,
Such that every time I move,
I will remember the words of you.