Burning tears have purified these years
All the way clear and the desire’s still here
It’s like walking into a tomb made of all mirrors
so I sent a prayer to the sky and an angel said “Here”
My past in a word would rhyme with “tear”,
but the future that’s near gets a world-class cheers.
The encouragement of you is refinement for the ears,
and your individuality a toast for the weird.