By Rena Chang
Oh scar-faced howler of broken blue eyes
Maimed body of snow, blood gashes they lie
I have paid for my sins, faced heaven and hell
Tables now turned, the scales must quell.
Oh saintly thing, what a sight to behold
For you, mankind turned cruel and cold
Even I am bound with shackles and nails
Riding a train on broken rails
For when the tracks end I will fly
Over the cliff to where I will die.
But, sweet creature, I have no tears left to cry
As I myself am scarred inside
Perhaps we shall meet once again
Me in Hell, and you in Heaven.