Go ahead.
Make me scream and cry,
torture me until my demise.
Tear off my wings,
let me lose sight of what is real,
and shake the ground beneath my feet.
Make me watch as the world burns,
so that there is nothing for me,
to return.
Abuse my heart,
my soul,
my spirit.
And when you release
me from these chains,
in front of all those remains,
I will mend and tend to everything you hurt, burnt, and shunned!
For every sapling you drowned,
I will plant ten more in profound.
I will remind the world that even in darkness,
light can shine.
You will never have my love
for the things surrounding me.
I will rise and build again,
once I'm on my feet.
I will not fall to your stake.
