With our heads held high
Our shoulders maintained straight
With our spirited and non-vacant eyes
We have fought for freedom of expression
We've expelled liabilities from torture
Yet there remains a sense of unfinishedness
A feeling that there is more to be done
Than our consciences give way to
A way of life that our guides
Have yet to teach us

And still knowing all this
I chose you with your chestnut eyes
Your hair that coverts your face
Hiding from the outside world
Believing to conceal their vision
When it is yours you crop out too...

I refuse to be a victim of your pity
I refuse to be a victim of my own
I refuse to selfishly take up your time
And neither shall I take up mine

I will shake your hand in honour
I will welcome you with all my might
I will hold you tenderly throughout
But you are not my only

When your last breath leaves you
Remember what I've said to you
Stand up to your own revival
And commit to your unique truth

Everything happens for a reason!
Sometimes they're just stalled in someone else's traffic jam!
*Never give up hope!

Create a drug that comes from within,
One that genuinely makes you happy,
One that brings you to where you're destined to be.