I Carry On The Light Poem by Martina Danielova

Just like a noon in a bright day
i'll smile with two twinkle stars
and no matter what you say
you can't cause me any scars

you let me go like i was dust
right before you scorned my trust
did you need to break me down
because someone stole your dawn?

it remains me of the Sin
imperfection, were you mean?
but i am Phoenix, made of fire
i wont die cause of desire!

twisted lies - to me that stinks
and your lowered soul felt blue
diamonds, glitters in your wings
i would sew if you'd be true

my eyes carry on the light
and it's for these that still fear
the sun arises, a day is bright
my sight, rooted in pain, is clear.