A hand full of Stars

Bragging they say I'm, Into the cult they accuse me I'm, In their mind I'm always, As neither of them knows what is on my hand.

They just see my face as a pearl, They say my teeth are like a snow, They say I shine like stars, Yah! As my hand is full of stars.

My hand can mold perfectly, My hand can pen down different ideas, My hand can make out of nothing something, It's full of different shining stars.

© Julian