I was a child of in-between
Taken by the wind
Of another way
That said it would save me
From myself
Or hide me from sight
To be forgotten
Like a picture
Hiding a stain on a wall
Another’s eyes
Made callous by status
And the false beliefs
Of a poorer heart
Where I would be
No more than a shadow
In the depths
Of suffering
For another to measure
That is the worst thing
In the world
In the world
When you are kept
From knowing
What you really are
But now I know
Of That which I am
Of That which I am
For I never was
Born of this world
Where spirit no longer
Knows itself
As I hear the song
Of myself being sung
By the light that knows me as its own
AsIDream 