The people on my street think I’m strange
I avoid their eyes and check my range
Don’t ever get close
Don’t try to change my glorious quiet
My glorious shame
I’ve no cause for anger
I’ve no sense of pain
I forget the beauty inherent in change
I cry to forget
I cry out of shame
I love to be loving
Yet can’t ‘cause I’d change
So instead I’ll revel in ruts that I dig
A mental revulsion that sticks and pricks
And always results in nightly pangs
I swear that I’m better
Remember the words that you hear when you’re young
They hold you, and lull you, and care for your love
If only these moments could ring in your ears
If only you’d hold them and treasure and care
But hush, little baby
Don’t say a word
Clean up your tears and cradle my words
And when you get older, don’t be afraid
Always keep words of love close to your name
And cherish your life
A precious a gift
A priceless reminder of all that you sing
When notes and smiles lose their fun
Remember to treasure
Remember you’re young
You’re young
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