The gift to show, the inner thoughts through metaphors you expose.
Paint the picture, steer change, be a self portrayed victim of alike fate, turned victor.
Walk in the shoes of the cursed, turn their heads with relative verse. Draw them toward you and seed their hearts, turn tides of night, make dawn of dark.
Have them never beside you, but let them see themselves in your dance.
Separate you muses from you, protect your heart, sacrifice selflessly, show that love is hard.
Speak of collectivness, speak of turning the tides of repression, teach tolerance and befriend even your adversaries.
Teach to be born each day, if you fly they will.
You are an angel.