The wind roars a mighty cry
and oh how badly they want to fly
The angels must hurry and flee
For the others do not see.
The beauty that stirs within
Deeper than the scarred skin
The light that shines so bright
That brings forward such might.
Below the eyes that show weakness
Is a fire that screams uniqueness.
But the people say there is only one love
If you don’t fit in you just need a shove.
Gay, Lesbian, and of course straight
All share the same hate
For the people who are in between
Just want to wash the slate clean.
They don’t want to chose
For they have things they don’t want to lose
Yet the world seems set to ****
The thought gives me a chill.
Why must we pull away
When the people have so much to say
The world is overcome by fear
So pull close the ones you call dear.
The wind may scream and cry
But the noise just seems to die
Oh angel don’t care about the color of your wing
Instead just take a breath and sing.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
The wind roars a mighty cry
and oh how badly they want to fly
The angels must hurry and flee
For the others do not see.
The beauty that stirs within
Deeper than the scarred skin
The light that shines so bright
That brings forward such might.
Below the eyes that show weakness
Is a fire that screams uniqueness.
But the people say there is only one love
If you don’t fit in you just need a shove.
Gay, Lesbian, and of course straight
All share the same hate
For the people who are in between
Just want to wash the slate clean.
They don’t want to chose
For they have things they don’t want to lose
Yet the world seems set to ****
The thought gives me a chill.
Why must we pull away
When the people have so much to say
The world is overcome by fear
So pull close the ones you call dear.
The wind may scream and cry
But the noise just seems to die
Oh angel don’t care about the color of your wing
Instead just take a breath and sing.
