Fireworks in the Day

From a gem with sparkle worn

A melody with subtle scorn.

Many sympathies to those who feel the pain

From the many bladed fingers people aim.

And when you’re running like a renegade in the night

Let them in all their wrongness, think that they are right.

From a wishing star with each beaming flare

Turn to droplets of gold in your hair.

Take each step till enough courage is mustered to finally say,

‘I am like fireworks in the day.’