I have not suffered enough
To be considered great
I have lost nothing
But my hate

So when is my big test
When will I lose all
When will doing my best
Be greater than my fall

I want to walk to school
And be mocked by the fools
I want to be hit by a fist
And maybe break a wrist

I want marks on my body
To show the world who I love
For every mark
For every scare
I will earn yet another star

Why am I not tortured
To turn from God
So I might prove who is worthy
Of all that I have got

I believe I am ready
To take on such a challenge
Such one that I may be beaten
To the ground to prove my faith