Evil days. br Jealous eyes. br The world's alive with hateful spies br Sent to see my spirit dies br Because it might be something... wonderful. br br Evil days. br Haunted nights. br I feel naught beyond these blights br Upon my soul, my heart, my mind, br Left by people afraid to find br That I might be something... wonderful. br br Evil days. br Wicked dreams. br Tears drench my pillow to the seams br That are frayed from pulling, pounding, and pain br That floods my spirit like poison rain br Falling from the lips of sneering foes br Who fear I might be something... wonderful. br br Evil days. br Hopeful dawns. br I will arise to face these pawns br Of malicious Fate, that trembling power br That grows more nervous by the hour, br Realizing that I'll not be drowned, br I'll not be burned, I'll not be bound. br His chains can't hold me, his shackles won't hinder. br And though my heart is fragile as tinder br It has ignited with fires invincible. br One day they'll see I'm something... wonderful.