In the black and bold night
A few moons, wrinkled and old with grey
The stars look down
I'm in a stranger's skin
Out of this whole world

My soul knows who I was
It looks for a glimpse inside
Dad says,"I have committed a sin."
He cries in disbelief and guilt
My heart only hears what I fear

It can simply wilt without feeling
On some days, it finds a numb feeling
Like a moth drawn to a candle
Blindly drawn to a candle
Now, I want to be free

Not from your flame
I am a part of your ocean of tears
A desert of endless courage
Free from fear
Free from the blind leading the blind