Will there be a day where the sky’s not grey

Or hate and pain not overpower love?

Will my ears block out all that others say

And my eyes just see what’s pure like a dove?

Will my life not be consumed with sadness

And my heart be open to all that’s good?

Will I see beyond my world of bareness

Or just float by like a bunch of driftwood?

No, I will no longer be treated wrong

And stay hidden from all that I adore.

I will fight for people to hear my song

And witness all my dreams take off and soar.

Just wait and see, my fearful world will change

And let me be seen no longer as strange.