Its the veins in your hands
The bones in your body
The bend from your ankle to your feet
The heel raised and arched in all glory
Its the darker shades in your skin
The heat of water melting
And the smell of blooming jasmine
A blissful loss of hearing
Its the dirt on your clothes and your knees
The blood running through your ugly scars
The wailing and the screaming
A defeat but yet a war
