I have always felt free
To help those in need,
Though perhaps it seems,
It is I who is not seen.
For each day I watch
With unjudging eyes,
There are those who condemn me
And tell my friends the damned lies.
Is it really a sin
To have an opinion?
Shall I be put to death
For expressing concern?
My wits don’t define me,
My heart beats the same
As any who is different,
Who doesn’t play the same game.
Yet I’ve been defined
By evil words from you.
You all who don’t see me,
Well, it is I who sees you.
The true hatred inside you,
The burning fire in your soul.
It summons a demon,
And the fiend takes control.
Why is it I, who must pay for malevolence?
Why is it we, who is maimed and burned?
Though we are filled with loathing,
There is something we’ve learned.
Those who stay true
Will be rewarded in time,
And those who succumb
To the evil inside
Will surely discover,
When they are shrouded in light,
With metal on their wrists.
When the frigid cold hits them hardest,
They will only think of this:
Do onto others, as you’d have done to you.
Don’t give into darkness,
And remember, stay true.

