Believe me I'm mentally and physically aware of the turmoil that cant compare
To the pain and the blame that aches and breaks my heart and if truth be told I knew from the start
That I was different , maybe gifted
Yes sometimes yes all the time I get lifted until i'm fitted into my broken shell
Come compare me with empathy and sympathy to be with me
The story unfolds and the questions still stole from day to day
Operations move day to day
Weight to Weight
But is it to late?
Is it wrong to contemplate the great escape
Come grab my cape and take an escape
To the great lakes with sunny snakes
But will I make what I take?
Will I rise while souls still size me?
Great is the day when I can take my stories and glories
To the end.
