It's not easy,

showing the world: me,

brings out the numbing of my soul,

takes days repairing cuts once sewn;

Must I be on exploiting knees?

i don't beg to anyone,

i'd die before they won;

Being one's own diversity fails to be easy,

showing the world, yourself entirely,

brings out the defeat of an arid soul,

takes weeks repairing cuts once sewn;

Must they be upon worn out knees?

No begging formed from breath,

see oneself face first in red;

Being one's original, fails to be easy,

showing the world individuality,

brings out the casualty within souls,

takes months repairing cuts once sewn;

Must we be upon worn out knees?

No begging thought in breath,

strong willed shall survive the dead.