Born to a breed he never wants to own,
Throwing all of his family away so he could be...

What dreams come when we shuffle off this mortal...
What images haunt our mind while we lie beneath...

At my birth I sit alone in a hand,
not knowing what or where is this land...

I pull you close to me,
so that my passion for you shall be set free...

A word that was spoken out of kindness or in jest,
has made you a very welcome guest...

The box that taught me what to be,
in images of sound and light showed me...

Please tell me what to do,
in whose words do I know what is true...

I learned from those that were driven with rage,
a passion that set me on a larger stage...

My blood runs cold with every image of you,
You stole my life and did what you wanted to do...

Here is a story that has to be told,
for it is a tale I shall tell even as I grow old...

Have you felt hopeless, and lost
giving up everything at any cost...

As a chick I thought he would be no big deal,
But to my astonishment that was not to be real...