You’re free to be the strangest thing in life.
According to the world’s perception of stranger things.
The strangest things are often the greatest anyway.
To dance under the blue moon.
To lie on the green grass.
To stare into the yellow sun.
To paint the town red.
To bleed purple.
To be whatever color you want to be.
Who decides who you are.
Who you want to be.
Who decides what’s normal, or strange?
They turned deaf ears to the sermon taught on the streets of their “normal” society.
Never heard of practicing what you preach.
Or is the love so out of their reach?
Preach love and practice hate, prejudice and segregation.
They keep telling you what to be.
These people who aspire to be like you.
These people who can’t stare in the mirror each morning.
People who hate who they are.
They resent your self love.
They resent your self acceptance.
They resent you for being at peace with yourself.
In a world full of white, black and gray.
They resent your rainbow, that you even dared do be different.
They resent that you tried to change the world.
You’ve rejected their labels.
So they’ve forced one on you; dead.
So darlings, head home.
Home to your father.
Send your love in color from up.
Send a rainbow so people like you who’ve dared to live may find hope.
Brighten their way darlings.
Be their gold at the end of the rainbow.