Your surrounded by comrades
The red scar placed upon your brow so vibrant and bright
Left arm black from power bestowed upon you
The coat you wear all tattered and torn
Wishes of freedom and innocence. Why couldn't you be?
Diamond in the rough no doubt about that!
You are almost like a martyr with how you behave
Friend or foe? Can you trust those you work for? Or will they stab you in the back the moment something goes wrong.
Who knows
Powerful, protective and oh so foolishly naive
A dog with a rubber ball that's how you met the one who gave you, your scar
Petty people parading around the circus you worked for
Street rat and clown, exorcist and criminal
You are a white lite in a world filled with black