This Is The World I Want To

The Thousands Small Birds Of January In Their Smooth Soaring Cloud Finding The Trees.

I Want To Be Someone Making Music/with My Coming.

... The Real Heroes Of Race And Culture Would Always Be The People Who Stepped Out Of Their Own Line To Make A Larger Circle.

Like Our Parents Always Told Us Not To Like Firefighters Warn Against We're Playing Games And Making The Rules Up As We Go We're Matching Warmth To Warmth Starting Fires Burning Wishes Into Our Skin We're Hidden Holding Forbidden Lights We're Children Whose Fathers Have Never Taught Never Touch But We're Finding These New Flames We Smother At The Sound Of Footsteps.

There Is A Place To Stand Where You Can See So Many Lights You Forget You Are One Of Them.