If I look into your soul,

I know just what I shall see

A fragile creature with wild eyes

staring back at me

 

Your movements are quick

Never staying in one place too long

Eyes down at your feet

Your pace true and strong

 

You are afraid of the others

Yet no one understands why

Speech is rare on your lips

But your eyes will always cry

 

You are a creature made of walls

No doors or gates or windows

Inside is something we will not see

Archers poised, armed with bows

 

You are a creature they distain

They spit at your feet

You are gremlin; a nonhuman

Always you end in defeat

 

It does not have to be like this

There is more to the world

Love is not forgotten

Hate just waits with its tongue curled

 

Become a hero; a knight in armor

Fight against the pain

The cruelty, the injustice

Win the battle; become sane

 

When I look into your soul,

I will be surprised with what I see

A standing hero, a leader

staring back at me