I remember when the red lens of life was paler
my sea of bitter
just a puddle in the distance
And my raft wings
Blinded from the things that were wrong
By the briteness of my own eyes
Looking only at the can and can'ts and not the whys
Doing my part with a clear conscience  
And a pure heart
The deck of opportunity stacked for my demise
And those I adored to rise
This debt I owed
This restitution bestowed
A diguise of greed
And power's need
The future to tender
There's no surrender
To the chains of gender
The crimson of my visions hue
Grows as deep as my sea