You know it's kinda funny.

All you say is "I care,

I understand, you can trust me."

But I wouldn't dare.

You don't know anything

about what I'm going through.

You haven't felt the wind under my wings

as high with love I flew.

You scorn who I am

even though you don't know that you do.

"My kind are all damned,"

you say and I just try to make it through.

You don't know anything

about how I've gone through hell.

You didn't feel the wind tear through my wings

as through the sky I fell.

One day I might tell you,

and let my emotions run free.

But first you must get through

this hate for people like me.