Owned By The World

Flesh is torn, Bone is broken, And skin is exposed
When we are stripped away to nothing but an animal
Are we judged for what we’ve done, Or who we are
Is who we are what we’ve done, Or what others decide

I have been sculpted into others designs
An empty canvas and a willing being
I was the masterpiece that took your breath away
After being burned and beaten and torn to shreds
Will you still love who I am, or look away in disgust

At the end of the day, I am all I have left
For my body was destroyed by humanity
My words aren’t my image, I wish they were
Then, perhaps, I could be seen as a master of my universe

Kingdoms fall, Countries fade, Emperors decay in the ground
When time is nothing more than tally marks in the wall
Are we judged for the impact we’ve made, Or the opinions of others
Is the opinions of others based on our impact or on our differences  

I am the sum of all the hatred and lies that I have felt
Without my mentors I am but a scarred skeleton on the ground
I cannot hate those who molded me to be who I am
Without my heroes I am but a coward who hides behind others
I cannot lie and tell you that I am my own man, For I am not
I am owned by the world, And through me, the world will thrive