As above, the polarities Seem so prone to change Attracted rejection Inverted union What is lying there, dormant? Is there anything to save? When all they ever handed Ends up dried out and seared But not my heart, nor my soul But not my heart, nor my soul Empty of their scorn and their lies Filled by the blessed unknown To their blindness, but my eyes But not my heart, nor my soul I scorched my wings On their petty fire But still I float above Radiant child of the stars I scratched my skin On their blunt blades But still I felt their breath And still I reached the sun And still I reached the sun I rise, I stand, I fall I fell, I stood, I rose The very purest of light