There is a story,
One that must be told...
A stranger walked among our street
With no sound below his feet...
The words they flow
And scribble to the page...
Delicate patterns, shallow and deep.
beauty in crimson from my hands to my feet...
Born into a world no one dares to see,
Asking gently: why does no one think like me...
Jack and jill ran up a hill
To Fitch some gold and sliver...
I can't look into someones eyes
Without seeing how they really feel...
Lurking in the shadows
In the settling dusk...
Who is that man in the road I see?
The man who stares right back at me...
CUZ MY CUTS AREN'T ON MY WRIST
U THINK THEY DUN EXCIST...
A sudden fall
a desperate call...
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day...