This.

This is hesitance filled with purpose.
This is the calm before our storm.
We are many things but not worthless.
And we refuse to live forlorn.

Ten times they cut out our tongues.
Ten times these tongues have been reborn.
And we'll sing songs of those once loved.
And every scar that we have worn.

We'll start this when we feel ready.
We'll build a castle from this dirt.
And though our heads and hearts are heavy.
We will grow with every hurt.

She stitches wings to my soul.
Now watch me ******* soar.