A blistered and battered heart
Beats a little stronger each day
Reclaiming my throne
Finding my worth
My hope has been treaded on
Pummeled into the dirt
But I dig it back up
Forcing it back into myself
Fleeting feelings of despair
like a spear driven into my torso
I withdraw it from my body
Throw it to the sky
Rising up from my throne
The people bow before me
They have seen my hope
How it prospers
My soul starts to shine
All of my followers smiling
I have become myself once again
This time I will win
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
A blistered and battered heart
Beats a little stronger each day
Reclaiming my throne
Finding my worth
My hope has been treaded on
Pummeled into the dirt
But I dig it back up
Forcing it back into myself
Fleeting feelings of despair
like a spear driven into my torso
I withdraw it from my body
Throw it to the sky
Rising up from my throne
The people bow before me
They have seen my hope
How it prospers
My soul starts to shine
All of my followers smiling
I have become myself once again
This time I will win
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