And so...it's come to this, wrought with the anguish. Consumed by
spite, morphing towards what I despise.
And yet, things continue on, construe my spite to suit me. I see
the world through hardened eyes, set free my past,
(for) tomorrow never dies. And so, I reach towards hope once more
and yesterday fades away, and I set myself free...again.
Fall down, rise again. Cast shame, shed this skin. Enlighten me
with the power to succeed, help me wash away the impurities
that shame me. True strength comes from the empowerment of self
fulfillment, and self fulfillment is only achieved by
those who shed bear shame.