Held back by these oppressive chains;
Trapped within their cloudy judgment.
From my love only shattered remains,
Mutilated by a savage abortment.
With their moon they eclipsed the sunlight
Of the chorus of our unfinished song.
They burned down something that felt right
Just by claiming it was all wrong.
It pains me that they didn’t get
That for him my love was pure.
They took it as a threat,
And turned our world obscure.
They say in His eyes we’re all the same
But they prove it is all a vile lie.
Slowly dying our thoughts with color shame;
Breaking our souls and leaving them to die.
But from the ashes one day we’ll rise;
Misfits soon it’ll be our time to shine.
Throwing our fists up to the high skies
We’ll push to erase the segregating line.
Until the end together we stand;
And their lies our world won’t infect.
Our ways they may never understand,
But they’ll learn how to respect.
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