Hidden Fire

 

My soul burns.
It scortches my insides...
It is in my constant attention.

I take care of it, keeping it there,
So as to let me fly.

Tell me I'm a freak?!
Tell me I'm a sin.
Tell me I'm unnatural,
Thats where I'll begin...

That little flame, in my soul,
Rages up once we start.
We soar together,
Never apart.

You make fun of me, and who and what I am,
Well, you better be ready for it, man.

I am who I am,
I do what I do,
I say what I say,
Not what you tell me to.

My hidden fire,
My flame came alive,
My inferno is steady,
And its still growing right inside...