There is beauty in pain
There is warmth in the cold
There is power in weakness

But none matters more than he
He who will throw it apart
For the sake of himself

He is true, kind, innocent
When we are not allowed to be
Justified by those who control him

Beauty lies inside him
Where no one, has yet ventured
But misconception is his guide

They all believe in him
However, as do we
And this he’s unaware of

He falls in the web
Lying in the true glitter of their lies
Expecting the freedom he deserves

But instead, waiting for his day of judgement.