The crimson words you read tonight
Are written with the blood of my wounds
Both old and new
My travels brought me many places
And they've shown me many faces
I embraced them all
A scar from a burn that took years to heal
Given to me when I fell upon the heat of fire
I was never supposed to see
Cuts upon my feet I still feel when the ground is hard
Given to me when running in the night
And stepping on broken glass
Burns upon my palms keeping me from handing over gifts
Given to me when I was lured into a trap
And held burning metal
Cuts upon my body after climbing a beautiful mountain
Given to me when it turned to ice and I slid backwards
The blades of crystalized grass cutting as I passed
The blood I shed through my travels
Will write my story and paint my portrait
And it will end in beauty
I do not fear the pain, blood, or tears
My destination will repay me all that's lost
And I will be embraced
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