I feel beat up and bruised,
              But fed with the choicest of foods,
              I feel empty and cursed,
While loved beyond imagining,
Nothing sweet to bring to my lips or brighten my eyes,
              But immeasurable joy brings smiles to my face,
              And laughter in my throat to replace,
             The bitter swallows of pain,
              Nothing will ever again look so bleak,
              For now I see the light will always come,
              To show the contours of love, and colors to brighten the whitest of scars