Her Confession.

Now that her armour fell

The scars can finally breathe.

Like the moon, 

She's marked with scars.

She glows a beautiful silver light

Radiating his ray of life.

A cruel waiting 

Broken by his rise.

He has seen her soul; 

trough a tear stained glass.

What shall she say?

She cannot lie.

Now that he is here,

He can see her,

In her naked skin.