I know that someday I will be found
By someone who believes in me,
And not like, the others, who bound
Themselves, to the jacks of mediocrity.

Someone who can dream blindingly clear
In the reflection of the face of persecution
And keep their selfless vision, through a tear
And stir up in their wake a revolution.

In my search I have nearly lost my mind
And all the while I may still have a choice.
But to be one, with one of their kind,
I will have to somehow lose myself twice.

So, for now I can only brave this test
Before my Answer comes around
That I may at last happily rest
And my long lost heart be found.