Kinghorse Greatest Gift
I know you've walked down many roads searching for a
place to hide.
You run into the arms of strangers just to prove that
you're alive.
I recognize and despise your weakness... I feel something
deep inside.
Being ashamed because you're different is the sickest
kind of lie.
If strange fingers point at you, it must only fuel the
fire.
Just ignore the bitter fools... they cannot take your
mind.
You'll try to fill the empty spaces, but those spaces
can't be filled.
Accept yourself, accept your struggle and you won't die
unfulfilled.
Remember how you were put aside?
Did you belong?
Child you were was made to hide.
The dream is gone.
Is it really gone?
Wandering the wicked night...it made you strong.
Taught yourself to hate the light...innocence is gone.
But is it really gone?
If strange fingers point at you, it must only fuel the
fire.
Just ignore the bitter fools... they cannot take your
precious mind
