Life O Life, why were you so mean to me? I wasn’t mean this was your reality!,
This couldn’t be my reality, I was destined for something good, Be patient young Lass you will soon understand me,
You are a bully, a predator in disguise, Why not change the words to teacher or guide!
You despise me, you want to see me suffer, It’s just in your head little one, wait for my signal,
What signal you talk of, another bullet to my bare chest, Ah! Not a bullet Lass but a medal fairly sculpted for your brave chest ,
No no keep it, I am happy with my battle scars, I wear them with pride, they are better than any gold or luxurious stone you talk of!
Ohho so you have learned your lesson now Little Lass, You adore your scars because they define who you are!
They are me and I am them, there is no me if there is no them,
All I want is peace and happiness to survive, now will you O teacher provide me with that prize?,
I will Lass I will, you have proved yourself, you deserve to live,
You deserve to be happy, you deserve to rise, like a Falcon you will soar through the sky!
I promise you from up above that you will be satisfied!