lost and Found

This one is a work in progress

I once was a piece of trash,
taken for granted,
undeserving of life.
a piece of trash,
laying on the ground,
hollow and empty,
never uttering a sound.
once a piece of trash,
kicked around,
no love found.
once a piece of trash,
in the cold,
only at six years old.
a piece of trash,
with no meaning,
with no direction.
a piece of trash,
treated like an infection.
a piece of trash,
with no peace.
until one day I heard amazing grace,
how sweet the sound,
a piece of trash,
once lost,
but now found.