ALSphere Foundation
When Lilly lost her eyes
From ritualists’ heartless knife that day
She still sought to rise
Now, a World Writer celebrated today
One woman, widowed with weeny kids
She struggled through the cruel rat race
Scrimped a niche, many odds she beats
Alas, now an artist with art that pays
I am without two hands, and ‘am legless
Yet, I do rise above my circumstance
Rely on myself, headlong all days I face
Too proud to beg, I dance with any chance
Like the phoenix, you can arise too
This sky tempts like a wanton wench
Take a chance, be a self-reliant you
Fly like an eagle above success’ range.
