How can I begin to remember what it's been like to be just who I am.
When my last words choked under a smoke ring kiss, small hearts displacing a clear line of sight.
Freedom is clasped hands around your face, a glance in the eyes, I swear it will be alright.
Who knows what is to come, maybe more than can be seen.
Silver words shine in my eyes, bottled up my heart until I show just what I am.
A man, I hope on two feet I can stand.
You shine with light, I burn out dark.
You smile with life, I grin out of shame.