We bear the scars,
we whose politeness,
has been savaged,
by others remarks,
we bear the scars,
but we carry the light,
we carry the light in our hearts.
Yes, we bear the scars,
but we are better off,
without your dark arts,
for in darkness there is no joyfulness,
and we are joyful,
and we wear our hearts on our sleeves,
and we are more considerate in our parts,
and we walk the Earth,
with a lightness in our step,
and we walk the Earth,
with memories of you,
memories of you,
that we will never forget,
and we will remember you,
and your inconsiderate ways,
as we live out our days,
and whilst we,
we treat others respectfully,
you will continue to suffer,
and continue to dwell in your evil,
and in your malcontented ways.