Description
Emerging bruised and beaten, Coated in his own ink
And words,
For our words define us,
Making ink our blood,
He stumbles up the coast,
Eyes of sorrow
And hands of pain,
For our eyes identify us,
Making pupils our windows,
Legs shaking in fear
And Knees buckling,
For our gait proves us,
Making knees our worth,
He cries someone else's tears
Who cannot be there,
For our emotions display us,
Making tears our names