I sit in a tireless pit
A rage of violence that he let sit
I can be a good boy
Yes, I may
I can't help it that I am gay
I sit under the hellish gray
Awaiting the day I see painted skys
But I can't help my life right now
For I am too young to see the world. How?
But in the near future. Not very far...
Maybe someday they'll understand
Maybe someday I won't fall