Diamonds and Demolition

Life in a person's bare, warm hands, I count the scars that refuse to not stand I see the crevices of dirt, mud, and brown In that town I see the watery eyes of those who should hold crowns From a days' trouble to tomorrows' work, I see a champion who should be king Pressure from others who rather scream fire, Yet cause it Bring to boil the person's true red Pain, anger, and crimson in eyes who have stories that are unsaid I am an artist, who paints my own picture, I can see your colors clear as daylight on your journey Clarity is to be clear The pressure was of a black storm with clouds of gray Fire caused an orange scarlet glaze You were blue and crimson inside, Yet the times turned due to the tides Winds blew white, and blew black, and gray around Then I saw a twinkle in that town I saw you stood strong, stood tall as ever A new you was born Clear and strong, you turned unbreakable You were a diamond