Spoken in tongues
On the day
Of my birth
Was an unheard curse
Of safety on my
Fragile form
And so began
My tragedy
Without a hero
To take the fall
Beaten in a
Quite literal
Play on words
I stand in shambles
Layered in
A cast of shameful truths
(Shaken and battered
But I cease to blame
I take hell in stride
And bask in my shame)x2
When the slightest curve
Can set everything straight
Who shall dare
To martyr
The saint within
A plastered shrine
Hides this soft
Spark of life
But will the world
Ever get to
See it shine
Smile at the thief
And let logic become blind
So even those
Who lie shattered
Shall find
That there lies
A light inside