On these hands given gift of words
A tongue of silver and heart the black as night
For given the right I choose
To search for angels song
On this heart given gift of paint
Such palette does create with
No crimson hue to be seen as true
Nor green can be seen
By these these eyes given gift of god
For these hands are forsaken
So quickly are shaken
Does the mind and heart surely follow
Oh hollow heart, heavens gate tremble
Upon one knee given choice or voice
And right of man, can one ever truly be free.
The curse of being me…..