The blade's now dust, the scars are long
And now he must, sing one last song
That they may see, the boy they spite
Will never be, as black as night

The hateful words, with pain so stark
Like untrained swords, have missed their mark
He stands apart, far from their spite
So black their hearts, while his is white

He's found his joy, and shed the hate
Of one lone boy's, depressing fate
His heart is healed, his eyes are sweet
This time it's real, his soul's replete

He is not weak, he knows it now
This hated freak, has found out how
To free his soul, from all the hurt
His heart is full, of loving words

He grew the seed, and took this task
He's quelled the need, to wear his mask
He broke the blade, setting him free
And now his fate... Eternity

ok wow, I take my last comment back, I am going to revise my words, the first holds second place, this one holds first!

ANother good one....I like the transition.