Sitting here dreaming about dreams I'm being told out shine my being..
Pushing for what I want while they pull me to stay negative..
Its hard to stay on a path that others try to block with unnecessary ugliness..
Believing in my hope and praying that my faith is enough to let my talents be my white light in a dark room..
There's something in me that I have to fulfill..
Music is the melody that frees me..
Writing is the essence that holds me..
Dancing is my portrait of life..
Will you believe in what I say is my freedom?
Will you let me be what I feel is me?
Can I paint my soul on this paper to show you my true beauty?
These are the chains that bind my creativity..
Your acceptance is the key...
Will you let me be free?