may the purest of waters, cascade upon you
wash away the impurities you percive to be
take that cloth, dab them away
look in the mirror, admire the soft glow of you

some singular moment, or collection of such
should not impede, or dim that light
let the losers and cowards speak their words
they are fraught with grief, guilt, wrong turns

their pathetic lives needs a scapegoat
your just fresh meat to feast on
like a good servant, you tend to their needs
doing your best to please
then suddenly you found the control switch
and nervously turn it off

a new awakening begins in your *****
you have risen from the depths of despair
turn away, close that door
and breathe the vibrant air

such words, I must admit, have lingered in my mind
these peering eyes, watch closely, not ready to say
but the metamorphosis is yours, a beautiful soul
the worlds a richer place, when you smile upon us