My well of life, didn't come with birth
Nor is it from family either, for reasons
It comes from the little hope I've inside
That I might see humans find their truth
Unlike me, for all my life I was a curse
Until redeemed of my being, by love
No longer a slave to fear, to self hatred
I was told I had more than hope, worth
Forced born of rape, hated of my being
Not by family, but by the world's view
Being a bastard, a curse, a foul being
I found love, and in that, life was new
The judgment of fools never injured me
It isn't that I didn't notice, but still
So I raise a banner, for my great King
And accept the grace he offers
For I do not deserve this
But it will save my life
