They say our tears hurt,
our screams sound
but when our hearts we lay,
it is not the NORMAL way?
Why should my dream be the same?
Can’t it be another road to fame?
I want to help but not heal,
is it so wrong a hatred to feel?
I want to heal but with words
and tunes like the runaway dusk.
Is it wrong to be me?
A thought from a dream land,
a bright sparkle in the rain.
I am to them wrong,
but a battle is always hard wrought,
and every rise is not high,
on my dream a thousand fie?
Why should I be you?
When just as easily and happily I can be me?
