Calling down the darkly hall
Trying to make sense
Trying to make sense of it all
Whats on the inside
Does not reflect in the mirror
On the outside
Don't suppress the man in the dress
Who only wants to address
The person in distress
Trying to relieve the stress
And the stones on their chest
Pointing fingers of ignorance
Trembling in their fears
Hate stemming from intolerance
Crying and begging to exist
Longing for a friend and shelter
Lost in this swirling abyss
Don't deny the woman, who is really a man
Who wishes to walk this land
Without a law or ban
From those who don't understand
All made by God's hand
Reaching with a hand of reason
Shedding the same blood
Offering tears of a rainy season
What is truley on the inside
Is the truth and reality
Yearning to be on the outside.
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