I've heard terrible things;
My ears still ring
From cries that I've heard
Rip through throats, and the words
They hurt, they killed, 
They degraded, but still,
Humanity somehow persists in surviving-
And if anything despite it all, we're thriving. 
I'm scarred, I'm scared;
Peace is so rare. 
Like a candle that whispers and lies can't put out,
Eyes tell a story forgotten, they shout,
"Don't give up, look at me;
Torn and beaten, stripped of decency. 
And yet I go, I move on.
I can't prove I'm right but I know that they're wrong."
Hold out your hand, catch the rain,
Like manna from heaven, the beauty will you sustain.
Don't look backwards, never do;
Dark demons from the past will sneak up and haunt you. 
Call me crazy, call me insane,
But know if I am, I am not to blame. 
People do things you wouldn't believe,
If you want living proof turn your head and look at me. 
My eyes have cried blood;
Drenched my body like a flood. 
The inner pain shows through still,
But you'll never know it all in full. 
I climb up, refuse to fall,
I'm broken, beaten, but stand as tall
As I can, even if it sears,
Even if my bones break, if I cry a million tears.
My hands can barely hold onto air,
I've already screamed it isn't fair. 
But who am I to make the call?
We aren't all privileged an easy fall. 
I bet I'll live to be a hundred years old;
Oh well, all the longer to tell the stories I've told. 
But when I die, I wonder if,
A Greater One might give me the gift
Of forgetfulness, so I might have
Stillness of my soul, so I might laugh. 
To good to happen, to happen to me;
I'm destined for pain, it's a curse, you see.
They do what they like, say what they will,
Regardless of how they hurt me, or how I feel.
I swear to God, every day I wake,
I'll always get back up, no matter what it takes.