Growing up, the church was the altar
Where I would look to and pray for a happy ending
Beg for beauty in my future
The altar is where you need to look
Focus on what's in front of you
Because the altar you see is all worship
It is the same all around
Nothing new to find
But what if I can't worship that altar anymore
I get no feedback
Other than the lies about my purity
I want to be my alter
I want to look at myself in awe
Cry because of its true beauty
I am my own alter
My body is mine for me to worship
To pray and beg for some beauty to spare for me
Me ,as in who I am and not what I look like
Because what I look like does not matter
My altar is a place of worship
Destroyed or put together, it does not matter
It is a place of worship
Temples in Rome have fallen and are still admired
So if I've been put back together bit by bit
I am still worthy of praise
But analtarr isn't meant to be worshipped alone
Bring others
Show them why
Look them in the eye,s I will speak
Bow down before me
Kneel at my feet
I am alive
I have taken all the hate you have said to me
I have fallen
I have broken
I have died
But I am not gone
I am alive
I am not heresy
I have built myself back together bit by bit
You may see me and beg for mercy
But I do not care
Your life is not mine
What you do isn't mine to decide
And thaltarer you worship
That is yours to choose
Where will you sleep at the end of the day
Out in the cold, waiting for a locked door to open
Or here with me in a warm bed and heat surrounding and growing,g never having to wonder if a door is locked again