I think you forgot, one tiny little picture,
I have the power to hold the elixir.
I have the power to be me, for me.
To just be the person I want to be.
Step back, look, at what you've done.
You are the only one, that's left with the gun.
The gun with bullets, that pierce the soul,
with ice cold words, with which you stole.
You stole the happiness, of what we had left,
Leaving everyone with nothing but color bereft.
If black and white is all you see,
then I guess you've never seen the real me.
or the real others, for that matter of fact,
because to you, we are nothing, but abstract.
The rainbow stretches far beyond your eyes,
You'll never make us meet our demise.
Let us be, who we want to be,
Let us see, who we want to see.
I am gay, woe is me,
*I can be, who I want to be.