Ragged Cloths

I envisaged myself to be a beautiful model
Be it Mary Jane Blythe or Naomi Campbell
I try my best to dress the way they would
Only in these ragged cloths, I think I could
I wish I had the lavish that other child has
With things I have, I would make my dress

I sew these neatly through all night long
Wishing them would be the evening song
Where I would sing the enchanted tunes
With the hope the birds would come soon
To feed the gracious birds from my hands
With seeds of love from the harvested land

I wish for the clothing I have will make do
As the evening grace would see me through
Hoping they could see me through this cloths
Ragged and shaggy from doings of the moth
Attending the evening party in these frowns
Enjoying the companies in natures crowned