there are those who love
***** black, ashen doves
who can't distinguish
between joy and anguish.

they say love is pain
who knew it was twisted and vain?
they shattered them to pieces
and their hearts developed creases.

break free from this prison
they told me when I'd risen
you're traveling down an endless road
but at least it's the one I chose.

if I can't decide who I am
then give me the slightest chance
to find myself in loving others
but you aren't my sisters
and you aren't my brothers.