Let me go,
to that place in the sky,
to say goodbye, to the one I love.
And then I'll fall, down to the fire,
I wake up in the morning, hiding that I'm not okay.
Another day, smiling in the face of dismay.
A pretence I must portray.
I must. I must.
I sat on a bench in the dark,
In the dead of night,
In the absence of light.
I'm just existing..
How do I feel about tomorrow? Hmm..
Feeling low today,
‘Cos I be feeling lonely.
Another flame dead,
I take to great delight
And familiar warmth
At stormy sight
Of stomping shoes
When does support become ‘over saturation'?
For 30 days we celebrate their liberation,
Their pride and their self-affirmation.
Of course, I'm in full support of their representation,
I lay down in the grass,
In the grass,
I stare between the blades,
Stare at the earth,
To be on ones own,
Is both familiar and bare,
For the wearer wears with warmth
That which a thousand voices forgo