The scars on her arms are like a railroad,
A railroad map to where her life was;
And where it is she is going. Now she has a cause.
A cause that no longer makes her an ugly toad.
A toad that now helps others to recover.
As this toad has turned human she now has a lover.
A lover that is her by her side,
And who is full of pride
To be apart of a strong woman’s life.
A life that no longer is full of internal strife.