Few have tread upon the rocky path and not scarred their feet,
Most have felt the trepidation for the trials they have yet to meet.
All have faced the Devil’s own to gauge how much they cared,
Only the Angel’s among us have been the one’s who have dared.
Confidence floats uneasily across a molten sky,
Am I good enough, strong enough to ask the spirits why?
Should I keep trying and place my heart aloft,
Exposing it to judgment, criticisms none too soft.
For the protector, beauty stands behind the sword,
Often she does not see the ways of the world.
Hold up your head and gaze at me he cries,
And unveil your glory for the undeserving eyes.
For strength and honor are your guides,
You will find them, burning, deep inside,
Next to love and pride so dear,
The glorious trumpets of Joy you shall hear.
Bask in the light that is your soul,
Knowing by will alone you can reach your goal.
At the dissenters, laugh out loud.
For by passion’s decree beauty is proud.
On a pedestal you are placed, elevated to your proper station,
Open your eyes and see heaven’s elation,
In truth and love the guardian says these things,
From the world and from him, don’t ever hide your wings.