Resurrected Canvas

I won't be a blank paper
Fragments of the past
An ocean of nothingness 
A weeping nightingale 
Under the gloomy shades.

O, world! 
Do you wish watching me broken?
Bowed head
And at the feet of you?
Never, I won't.

Shoot me with your words
Cut me with your vengeance
I won't beg you.

Yes, I 'm single in field
But I plant 
Sunshine in veins.
And like the clouds 
I float on high 
Over the vales and mounts.