Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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Ultimately
This will be
A slice - a sliver
Of my life
A story of color
Friendship
The Guiding Light
Across the darkened way
That led me
Throughout my life
Even to this very day
And that light
Emanating
From the darkest places
Anyone could ever imagine
But...
This is also the story..
... Of color
Of different values
Different effects
The path I've traveled
That fate directs
So then... to realize
No map exists
To lead me on
Or back down
The trail that twists
No need to seek
A detour once missed
Forward bound
Trusting the light
That led me here
Footprints left behind me
As i watch.....they disappear
While I move. on ...toward the light
...through darkness. that ...
I no longer have need to fear.

I'm On the border
Of insanity
Peering into the void
Of infinity
Wondering. what  is  to be
My destiny

Distant rider on the open range
I see him clearly - I feel so strange
Vision circle inside
And it seems... that
I am along for the ride

Restless Rider
Death Defier
Always on the run
Mystifier
With a deep desire
To outshine the Sun

His race... Has just... Begun
Jump the gun...
Jump the gun... Jump the gun

Trails of dust in the desert sky
Fire eyed riders going by
Shut the door... **** the lights
There's a devil on the run tonight

Riding hard ... through
The scattered debris
Picking up the pieces
Of what is left...
... Of my sanity

Hoofbeat echos shatter my sanity
I look in the mirror...
... I look in the mirror
And I see
What is to be
My Destiny

I'm On the Border
Of insanity
Peering into the void
Of Infinity
Wondering what is to be
My destiny