Strange new land...

Why must I crumble for you to see the pain? 

Why must my soul shatter to bits on the ground lain - 

Stepped over, ground to dust, why is crumbling a must? 

When I am strong, they all come along - 

But show you're human, they tell you you're weak. 

"Stop acting, stop pretending- stop lying, you're not meek!"

We reach out into the dark, trying to touch the guiding light

Slaps of disregard and sighs of “you are not very bright!”

In the dark we sit, left alone, while you still judge in scorn.

When my voice can be used for your gain,

back in the action, you try to jump in again..

like a distant parent in the shadows waiting to lay claim.

So this I ask: when you beckon, I still hear the call.

I don’t know why this is and always has been..

“Shut up. What do you know? You’re just a cow!”

It’s been this way since memories began.

Who trained us? Where did this begin?

Time for a strange new land…