Poster Child

Through hell and blows by the hammer of life you bounced back Nothing will undo you again only make you stronger and more whole Easy street poster child Hype's the bluffers decoy by those who haven't lived Blindfolded in their self-deception They remain juvenile - raw and without form Caterpillar entombed...... doomed never to crown butterfly Spared the panel-beater's hammer, they lie idly parked gathering dirt, rusting and decaying The hammer's blows iron out our crudeness and refine us into bright sparkling diamonds for the roles we star in life, until we are immune to the hammer's slight knocks, scrapes and scratches - bulletproof