Why this fear of the new and the good,
Smile and hate back they do,
For I will not conform.
I lived through it always, lifetimes,
and come back maybe, from some high place,
next time maybe not so, back to that high place,
back to that embrace, that endless purity,
just keep them close to me, all who see the Me,
but THIS, something special like true friends.
Liquify my essence and pour it over,
It's like a fresh breath, day 2, an ice kiss,
The changelings they watch me and beckon with
blood and promises of pain for passion,
Futile, his wrath comes swift like love.
Take my sleep... maybe,
Take my dreams... not for long,
Take my heed... definitely,
You can never own my song.
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