It's in the time spent inside yourself
when you drift gone away
If you think about it, it's a privilege,
as some hearts will stay stuck
bound by glue to material

It's in the pain you feel and know oh so well
Yet people in power surround your personal space
When it comes to empathy they invalidate
you but if you get ahead by accident even
they smell the success from the hills and
find sudden intense interest in your claim

It's in the distance you're given
and the lengths you create
Isolated in darkened corners
of the room it's our first
order to wilt if not hate

I know it myself from again and again
So if you're worried and scared that
They'll suffocate your sanctuary fire
I want you to know that folk who would
Assault and loot your art never had a home