Red velvet in a sea of dust,
Dirtied and ruined but filled with lust
For what's to come,
The eye of the storm,
The hour in which you get to perform
For the first time loved
By miraculous strangers
Forgetting about the pain, the hurt and the danger
Letting yourself go
And opening up
Like taking a ride on the wings of a dove
You're finally free
From the cage in your head
You've grown a new skin,
An armour of lead.

Indestructible and happy.