Cruel World Out There

If expressing our genuine feelings is now a worn-out sin And by being what we really our becomes our personal burden When their prejudice eyes becomes the eye of the world we live in Where will we place ourselves then, if we’re just innocent victims? It’s scary to comes out from a self made closet When coming out makes you a dirty, sick puppy who just sit Sit and let the world crushed your whole being So better stay on that closet, lonely but humane in being Their invading judgments and disrespectful gestures towards us Are the things we are afraid of, things that poisoned us Sometimes too much from them wants us to fight them But how could a sick puppy beats a hungry lion from its century old den? We just want us to find a place where we can be us No cursing eyes looking us, no one spit us unjust We want to play our own part and live as you live I know it’s not easy but I still believe So I dream of a world where we are proud and can shout it loud Where we can dance and express, love and be caress We’re soon to be there though it’s kind of hazy But never will I stop praying until we’ll be on that very day Never will I stop. . .