Ronin

Hide all emotion, nevermind you're burning inside Turn frustration to strength, show a cold face None of you know me nor understand what I've gone through None of you realize what I'm still capable of Scars are the tokens of victory upon your skin The bleak ornaments on the walls of your temple You would be a fool to underestimate my will I may be wounded but never weak No longer begging, pleading for refuge I'll take these wounds, bear them as scars No longer able to hold on to who I was I must seek purpose in whatever I'll be left with Blissfully lost, nothing left to preserve I possess not a single thing that anyone could ever take from me