Fear, rejection and silent screams;
they seek approval and freedom dreams.
Mask, diamonds and fancy dress;
their soul chokes under the glittery mess.
Joy, happiness, for them they beg;
they all are slaves with chained legs.
Tired, defeated, they give in,
but I do not, for this is a sin.
Revolt, rebellion and my war cry;
I take off my clothes, my soul won’t die.
Hated, scorned, I am loathed,
but they are blind, they are clothed.
Liberty, freedom, my limit is the sky;
With my wings outstretched I soar high.