Break your walls;
Let them see-
Raw indeed.
You a devil from hell:
Purely grim;
Let yourself heal-
From the scars they inflict,
years ago in a fierce dream.

Never be ashamed.
You are better than them.
May the wings spread
And hail you in high grace.
A demon indeed;
But an angel on lead.
Beaten with whip,
Rotten till ripped;
Still you rose ahead,
Like a tiny shoot apex.

'Cause zeal is your might
Over which they hold no right.
They tore you apart
But you gathered them all-
the broken pieces of a great fall.