A soul that’s left with lonely mind,
A heart that’s left alone
To all who’s lost, who is sick and tired,
I leave to you my song.
Be torn and fault,
Be undesired,
Be all forever lost,
But none of mortal human kind
May ever grease your own.
They might be strong and feeling kind
In eyes of one you’ve come,
Yet they’re lost and you’re found
For way that you have sewn.
They want to rule and be your kings,
But won’t and can’t break mind.
You are a person, not a dog,
You’re free to be your kind