Golden was the frame

That surrounded you

A beautiful scene

Filled with a magnificent hue

- Nature's canvas.

Centrally seated you

Looked at the artist

And drove the object

Out of the imagery

Created an image

Of yourself

Fighting back

Alive with strength

You and you alone

Noone else can be you

Hell, can be others

Drowning in their vile voices

But a fighting spirit

Can deflect this flow

And build a castle strong

To which you and

You alone belong.