Realize the gift of pain that is on you laid

Behold the river of torment you have to wade


Why do I question the ways of this world of God

Surely the state of this land is by His divine accord


I should not tread on the path less traveled

I must mask my curiosity about all that is raveled


I conformed but a pain surfaced, a desire took root

The woe was great and within myself I found no route


I wanted to burn myself, burn them, burn all

But feared that these feral actions spell my fall


So I covered myself with an illusion that is not me

To comfort them by making them like what they see


Still the fire blazes on and the phoenix waits

For at my call it will come from heaven’s gates


A mere semblance of courage is all that is needed

And the message of the heart will once again be heeded