What Can You Do To Me?

I feel no pain anymore,all my fears are gone,though i still keep to myself-demure,i'm no longer sad and withdrawn.

Childwise plays i,on yellow lillied fields,no gashes cut,no teary eyes;i'm happy to be me.

You can throw your gaunlet to my face,i'm done surpass your ways,never again will you push me far,with those mocking words you say.

My life is very beautiful,i care less of what you think of me,you can keep your pathetic perspective to yourself,i'm exactly what i'm suppose to be.

No gloomy days no weeping nights,i'm sure you're surprised to see,me of all people caught in delight,playing wild and free.

What can you do to me? What can you do to me?
How do you like me now?
I've found the secret of flying,you'll never find me down.