A raw and twisted heart,
beaten from the start.
Bloodied hands grasp at air,
reaching for the memory of what was never there.
Dry and hacking gasps,
tell the story of a still present past.
Then there are the eyes,
not beaten after so many tries.
A face still resolute,
with fierce courage no evil can pollute.
A soul that will soar,
through pain and darkness ever more.
This is what we are,
we the children of the stars.