One day I shall be me
Wrapped in a flannel,down through the tunnel,
I could barely see when I watched the world go by,
The tough held me close,yet the grasp becomes weaker by and by,
Of my own will,my whim and wish I whisper,
To the terrible tyranny that I witness at each turn as the road becomes steeper.
Why must this road be the one they put me on?
How may I shine through the mask,
that I have come to don?
There will be an endearing sense of wallowing that I will shatter through,
This crystal that surrounds me will not see me through,
The delicate and the mild mind must wander far now,
Only then, shall it find the woman inside me,
It's never too late though.
One day, I shall be me,
And the grass will,about me,be green,
One day, there will be joy in the eyes of the girl who looks back at me,
One day, I shall find the reason of my breath,
One day, there shall be an eternal life beyond this facade of dramatic death.