This Pain
I want
I need
To feed
I can’t
Demand
Command
My want.
The doubts are strong
And reasons deep
As eyes, still weep
To fears, I’m wrong
I beg again
Release this pain
Let me belong.
I hear them start to speak
Their voices hard and curt
The harshest words that hurt
And leave my soul so weak
My need, they call it lust
No choice, it is a must
For it is love I seek
But I am cursed to live in sin
As they declared the way I’m made
So I am shunned, they say depraved
When I turn to see your girlish grin
Yet I still stand with pride and smile
That pain is gone, it was worthwhile
And I know that my heart shall win.
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