These tones of wisdom, not my own but guides my life with it, whenever I’m down or whenever I’m grateful
Those journals that counts as your everyday notebook will be bound for life no matter what circumstance
Those echoing voices lets you grow your wisdom unconditionally remember those past as a life learning experience…
No truths I have claimed that doesn’t match my own desire, I have claimed no mark that this is “ME”
It belongs to others that once dared to put their word of mouth in the word that is full of work and play
With these treasures borrowed, to lean on books, on others life experiences, life is such a greater river past the unseen…
Will you forever stand in second handed truths from someone’s law, when will the time come for you to realize your own
To let the world hear you, your thoughts and aspirations, let your voice be heard beneath our sky
Just to let your heart and soul be heard, from the seeds you planted on your own, to claim your own zone of peace…
It allows you to shape your own self, take responsibility of your ownership, write your own truth or even share it
This prosperity holds your own golden book, that claims your own place where you really belong
This beacon bright will light your way, an honor the tied to your name, in every sound of your heart its purest part- Now the time is here, the pen is yours…
Stake your claim and let it be
Prosperity books that will hold your name
Not bounded by notebooks, not by dusts of the past
Cannot replace what’s truly thine
