Shy one, open up your heart,
You don’t need to hang your head;
Life was cruel from the start,
From a wicked hand you fed.
Know that what you learned back then
Doesn’t represent the Truth;
You will need to learn again
From teachers wise and less uncouth
That yours is value beyond gold,
Who you are is beautiful;
Your flesh to highest bidder sold,
But soul stayed free, and pliable.
Bloom, sweet bud, embrace your life,
A pure and holy work of art;
Leave behind your pain and strife,
Your Maker holds your hurting heart.