Don't rush to judge, harsh world, don't stare,
This shell you see, it isn't fair.
A captive dance, a soul astray,
In a liar's form, I lie each day.

Like morning waits for sun to rise,
I wait for dawn in borrowed eyes.
To break the cage, to shed this skin,
And let the woman bloom within.

So hold your breath, dear world, don't fret,
My metamorphosis, soon you'll get.
For patience paints a brighter hue,
Than scornful whispers, sharp and true.

I'll mend the cracks, the seams, the lines,
And paint a canvas that's all mine.
So wait with me, let silence weave,
We'll find our peace, in spaces deep.

Then, when the sun cracks through the night,
You'll see the woman, born anew, bathed in light.