My Way

To praise with an invention
was all my life my plan.
To make one my intention,
I was a wanting man.

And, knowledge I had never
to carry out my must.
So, I tried to be clever.
I tried to pin-point just!

If Jesus Christ would copy
I could create the Girl.
The Girl was not a floppy.
And She was not just pearl.

And, so I got a vision.
I saw She real could be.
And it became my mission
that find of mine to free.

To God I asked for wisdom.
I did not as for task.
I did not wish to blossom.
I did not wish for mask.

I wished for man to fathom.
I wished to find my way.
Sins in the past was venom.
Though, I reached for the day.