Solillaquists Of Sound The Curse
(Alexandrah)
I wrestle with a number of routine judgments and trials
They’re counting days til I’ll be dead, or change my
style
Assumptions made by strangers every day
Like they’ve read my files
Laymen relate with jokes they make
The catch to my laughter’s I’m forcing a smile
Wasn’t my plan today
But go ahead and laugh away
I’ll reach for the peak of it all maybe you’ll see more
to me
Wave a space in the sky, help your satellites find
decency
Sail face to the wind, break conditions you’ve placed
so hastily
My beauty does not fit into your box, so stop trying to
make it please.
It’s the curse of pioneers, but I know
I got a good thing going here
It’s the curse of pioneers
But I know I got a good thing going
And I’m doing
Better, every day
Because of those of you who stay aware
That we’re as great as we make
And not all differences need to be so explained
