The words you speak.

The words you speak.

You may shoot me with your hateful words and cut me with your eyes, but like the air, I still rise. Does my beauty offend or hurt you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance like I have diamonds in my eyes? When you look at yourself and see shame from the past, you feel rooted in pain. But I still rise, and I have no pain or shame. The ocean is leaping wide, and the swelling of the tide in the day is so clear that I still arise. I'm always here. But you are a slave to all your fears and all you have left is your tears.