Sometimes we find we're standing here,

Nothing more.

Wondering why it has to be this way.

Wondering why so many must live in fear,
Must hide from societies condemning eyes.

Why can't we?
Who says that it's wrong?

You?

Him?

They shouldn't preach the truth,
To someone who knows theirs.

But does it really matter?

I have what I need,
You're doing ok.

Right?

All we can do is strive toward the future,
Aim for the truth.

Living on the bright side,
the warm side.

I'm sure it'll be all right in the end.