Through the relentless traffic of life,
The noise of ignorance comes from voices of static,
A soul wraps solemnly, burning the night sky,
A fever that merits human need so traumatic.
Stigmatized by social perception,
Then marked by disgrace from a world for sharing a tear,
Sideways the road lies revealing all deception,
Evading the truth that lies deep within these fears.
Then your presence enters the room,
And all of this dismay towards the world lays to rest,
Your eyes emitting the light from this overbearing gloom,
And I find a path that I can finally progress.
But when the absence settles in,
All I find is myself fighting these insipid fools,
Of all these hypocrites suppress my weakness within,
I search for the compassion that overrides their ridicule.
The sadness within all of this is the reality...
The overbearing concept that overwrites my fiction...
A momentary lapse that leaves my love the absentee,
Leaving me to punishments of self-infliction...
If I can only accomplish to find a better way,
Would I view this world such a lonesome setting,
Or will I find a way to say the words I need to say,
That I love you, and this I'm not regretting...